ROKK - Thouxanbanfauni

Blick\nBleh\nHa\nBands, stuck\nBag it up\nNigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nRatchets, thotties, baddies, fuck\nCan’t be like these simp ass niggas out here who tryna cuff\nPounds, gas, grams, dope\nNigga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smoked\nSticks, blickies, dicks\nKeep that shit on my bed\nTotin' what I tote (Blick)\nJacket, pockets, bank, big, O’s\nAin’t nun' but O’s\nO’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s\nBaddies, cats, trash right out the lot (Lot)\nBags, full of drugs and cash out the spot (Hoo, spot, out the spot)\nReal rockstar, traphouse full of rocks\nRock, rock, rock, rock, full of rock\nRock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock\nFull of rock, rock, rock, rock (How I rock)\nDouble C Chanel but I tripled up the racks (For real)\nPourin' up a four, I done conjured up that act (Ugh)\nHad to curve a hoe I hit before, can’t hit her back (Back)\nCrossed out every nigga who tried to stab me on my back (Back, back, back)\nFucked 'bout every hoe, swear she wouldn’t let me clap (Woo)\nPlease don’t run up on me, PTSD get you wacked (Brrt, brrt)\nDon’t ever say you know me, talkin' loud we go way back (Uh uh)\nNever been the same ever since I lost Matt (Matt)\nBeen had rank got my stripes, you get signed (Been had it)\nBeen broke the bank, you gon' die tryna touch mine (Mine)\nY’all gon' go broke tryna keep up with my guys\nMurder what she wrote, I need a bitch who shootin' slime\nI don’t want a friendly bitch who out here bein' kind (Nuh uh)\nArchive Rick, Archive Number (N)ine\nI don’t like\nUndercover over my boxers (Uh uh)\nAnd I don’t fuck with nobody, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nRock, rock, that’s just how I rock\nBands, stuck\nBag it up\nNigga get to close, bet that Glock back it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nRatchets, thotties, baddies, fuck\nCan’t be like these simp ass niggas out here who tryna cuff\nPounds, gas, grams, dope\nNigga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smoked\nSticks, blickies, dicks\nKeep that shit on my bed\nTotin' what I tote (Blick, bah)\nJacket, pockets, bank, big, O’s\nAin’t nun' but O’s\nO’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s, O’s