Rock Out

(álbum: No Face No Case - 2020)

[Hott LockedN:]
All these hoes
We gon' give these hoes one song
Worried 'bout none of these hoes

All them Instagram posts, nigga, you ain't gon' drop nothing (Drop)
All that pistol toting shit, nigga, you ain't gon' pop nothing (Pop)
What you got on a mask for, nigga? You ain't gon' rob nothing (Rob)
In the middle of the club, don't give no fucks, nigga, we gon' knock something (Grrah)
And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talking 'bout? (You talking 'bout)
In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (That block, nigga)

Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? Keep on calling me (She callin')
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block, you can't follow me (Can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, nigga been had that (Been had that)
And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, nigga 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 ain't never had that (Hell nah, nigga)
And I walk in the deal with it on me, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes (Fuck 'em)
And I'ma go fuck up the money, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these loads (Fuck it)
Just got another show, nigga just fucked another ho
Just poured another four, nigga, inside another four
These niggas be hoes, and act like I don't know (Okay)
Lil' nigga, it's sure, have them young niggas kick in your door

[Hott LockedN {NLE Choppa}:]
And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talking 'bout? (You talking 'bout)
In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talking 'bout? (Talking 'bout)
In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out {Ayy}

[NLE Choppa:]
We ain't thinking 'bout this shit, we just gon' get into it (On God)
That nigga say he wanna kill me, bitch, come and do it (Come do it, bitch)
And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speaking fluent (Hrrt)
I got some Grape Street niggas Cripping in Cali and Newark (Yeah, yeah)
I put a Curry on my Rondo, but I shoot like Harden (On God)
Bitch, I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten (Bitch)
I earned my rank up in my gang like a fucking sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)
I caught him lacking up at Walmart, bet I hit my target (Yeah)
I put a nigga in the sky, give him jet lag (Jet lag)
Shooting fetish with this chopper, get a toe tag (Yeah)
A nigga heartless, they be asking where my soul at (It's nowhere)
A nigga play, then I'ma put him in a bodybag (Yeah, yeah)

[Hott LockedN:]
And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talking 'bout? (You talking 'bout)
In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (Block out)

Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? (Keep on calling me)
And she get on my nerves, bitch, block (You can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, nigga been had that
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, nigga been smashed that