ZOTiYAC - ROCKOUT lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - ROCKOUT lyrics]
AK never forgive, we don't never forget
Never forgive, we don't never forgive
We ain't for none, we don't never take shit
We don't leave without none
I'ma take me some shit
Ay, yellow tape me some shit
Ay, earthquake, Haiti this shit
How my clip just be shaking
I'm shaving yo' shit
Drop the pen, we erasing yo' shit
He pillow talk to these bitches
Be honest, lil boy, that's a bitch move
Ay, semi on me, who gon' hold me?
This shit got a grip like jiu jit'su
Ay, and nigga
When shit hit the fan then you know
That your ass getting hit too
Ay, I open my bag, pull a bank out it
Pull out the cash and don't think 'bout it
Uh, new 30 clip moving through some shit
You want some smoke, nigga, do some shit
Come on now, who really do this shit?
Count a few thou' off YouTube and shit
I might just pop me a molly
We skate on niggas then pop 'em like ollies
He wanna act, put a cast on his body
I'm sipping on Actavis back at the lobby
Niggas get strange when they
Notice they got clout
Popping a lot but that nigga don't pop out
Bitch, I rock out with my Glock out
Niggas ain't balling like NBA lockouts
Hundred round clip beat yo' face up
He need some make up
He need some milk, put that tape up
Pussy, you better not wake up
He gon' get wasted
Tell all yo' homies don't wait up ay
Shoot a fuck boy in his face
Hit his funeral, then shoot the wake up
Opps getting smoked up
The remains getting scraped up
If you not finna loc up or at least lace up
Mouth better stay shut
Run up, run into a laser
Tell 'em take flight or
Get lost like Malaysia ugh
Sipping on Fanta, you niggas Fantasia
My shit hit sharp like a razor
Come serve yo' ass like a waiter
Pussy, you not serving packs
Get yo' weight up
Load up and spray, empty out of that K, bruh
When nigga get in my way, he go way up
And still, I got manners
We shot that boy down and we
Told him to stay up
Weapon on me, boy, fuck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie
Weapon on me, boy, fuck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie
Never forgive, we don't never forgive
We ain't for none, we don't never take shit
We don't leave without none
I'ma take me some shit
Ay, yellow tape me some shit
Ay, earthquake, Haiti this shit
How my clip just be shaking
I'm shaving yo' shit
Drop the pen, we erasing yo' shit
He pillow talk to these bitches
Be honest, lil boy, that's a bitch move
Ay, semi on me, who gon' hold me?
This shit got a grip like jiu jit'su
Ay, and nigga
When shit hit the fan then you know
That your ass getting hit too
Ay, I open my bag, pull a bank out it
Pull out the cash and don't think 'bout it
Uh, new 30 clip moving through some shit
You want some smoke, nigga, do some shit
Come on now, who really do this shit?
Count a few thou' off YouTube and shit
I might just pop me a molly
We skate on niggas then pop 'em like ollies
He wanna act, put a cast on his body
I'm sipping on Actavis back at the lobby
Niggas get strange when they
Notice they got clout
Popping a lot but that nigga don't pop out
Bitch, I rock out with my Glock out
Niggas ain't balling like NBA lockouts
Hundred round clip beat yo' face up
He need some make up
He need some milk, put that tape up
Pussy, you better not wake up
He gon' get wasted
Tell all yo' homies don't wait up ay
Shoot a fuck boy in his face
Hit his funeral, then shoot the wake up
Opps getting smoked up
The remains getting scraped up
If you not finna loc up or at least lace up
Mouth better stay shut
Run up, run into a laser
Tell 'em take flight or
Get lost like Malaysia ugh
Sipping on Fanta, you niggas Fantasia
My shit hit sharp like a razor
Come serve yo' ass like a waiter
Pussy, you not serving packs
Get yo' weight up
Load up and spray, empty out of that K, bruh
When nigga get in my way, he go way up
And still, I got manners
We shot that boy down and we
Told him to stay up
Weapon on me, boy, fuck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie
Weapon on me, boy, fuck your homies
Kill off his family 'til he get lonely
I keep that thang, you cannot run up on me
I bet he won't catch a shot for his homie