Rock Out (feat. NLE Choppa)

Written by：Hott LockedN/NLE Choppa
All these hoes
We gon give these hoes one song
Worried bout none of these hoes
All them Instagram posts n**ga you aint gon drop nothin
Drop
All that pistol totin sh*t n**ga you aint gon pop nothin
Pop
What you got on a mask for n**ga You aint gon rob nothin
Rob
In the middle of the club dont give no f**ks n**ga we gon knock somethin
Grrah
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin bout
You talkin bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon rock out
Gon rock out
We dont give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
That block n**ga
Now she all in her feelings b**ch what Keep on callin me
She callin
And she get on my nerves b**ch block you cant follow me
Cant follow me
And that ho Alicia from the Westside n**ga been had that
Been had that
And that ho lil Heidi from the Eastside n**ga been smashed that
Been smashed that
And that ho be brazy from the Southside the whole gang had that
Been had that
I got an athlete named Musu he aint never had that
Hell nah n**ga
And I walk in the deal with it on me I dont give a f**k bout none of these hoes
F**k em
And Ima go f**k up the money I dont give a f**k bout none of these loads
F**k it
Just got another show n**ga just f**ked another ho
Just poured another four n**ga inside another four
These n**gas be hoes and act like I dont know
Okay
Lil n**ga its sure have them young n**gas kick in your door
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin bout
You talkin bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon rock out
Gon rock out
We dont give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Block out
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin bout
Talkin bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon rock out
Gon rock out
We dont give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Ayy
We aint thinkin bout this sh*t we just gon get into it
On God
That n**ga say he wanna kill me b**ch come and do it
Come do it b**ch
And put that thirty to his mouth if he aint speakin fluent
Hrrt
I got some Grape Street n**gas Crippin in Cali and Newark
Yeah yeah
I put a Curry on my Rondo but I shoot like Harden
On God
B**ch I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten
B**ch
I earned my rank up in my gang like a f**kin sergeant
Real streets yeah yeah
I caught him lackin up at Walmart bet I hit my target
Yeah
I put a n**ga in the sky give him jet lag
Jet lag
Shooting fetish with this chopper get a toe tag
Yeah
A n**ga heartless they be asking where my soul at
Its nowhere
A n**ga play then Ima put him in a bodybag
Yeah yeah
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin bout
You talkin bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon rock out
Gon rock out
We dont give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Block out
Now she all in her feelings b**ch what
Keep on callin me
And she get on my nerves b**ch block
You cant follow me
And that ho Alicia from the Westside n**ga been had that
That ho lil Heidi from the Eastside n**ga been smashed that