Rock Session lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
(CoalCash)
Yo
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got it)
Bobby Fishscale
(Jupyter)
Juicy J
DJ Paul KOM, Mafia

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale & DJ Paul]
n*gga f*ck with us (Yeah, ho) we gon' tear that b*tch up (Woo)
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up

[Verse 1: Bobby Fishscale]
n*gga f*ck with me we gon' tear this motherf*cker up (Fi')
Security here go a band, need the stick in the club (Woo)
Need the stick in the club 'case a n*gga wanna play (Huh?)
Shoot a n*gga ass of the stage right in his face (Baow, baow)
Up fire on a b*tch, steppin' on my shoelace (Who?)
Made a b*tch sneak fire in the club in her lace (Damn)
If I ain't got fire, b*tch, I don't feel safe (Nah)
Only time I ain't got fire, behind them gates (Woo)
f*ck with me I'm going back behind them gates (Baow)
In my hood, b*tch, I'm like Bill Gates (Fishy)
f*ck with me, your momma son be a cold case (Damn)
I'm humble but 'bout me catch another case (Yes)
Catch another case (Case), that's a K with pillow case (Brrt)
I was toting K's way before the letter H (Woo)
I was toting K's 'fore they nicknamed that boy Drake, ay
Nicknamed that boy Draco
Keep them shades like Faybo (Woo)
n*gga f*ck with me won't hesitate to let that Draco (Brrt)
I was broke as f*ck, had to come up off of fake dope (Damn)
Now a band have them hitters at your mama front door (Woo)
Tear the club up like Three Six Mafia
[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale & Juicy J]
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Woo)
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up) (Boaw, yes, sir, yes, sir)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Yes, sir, yes, sir, let go)
(n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, every time n*ggas tear the club up, they let me in the club with the scrubs tucked
Pointed at your head like Russian Roulette
n*gga, go ahead, try your luck
Say my name, better be whispering
f*ck around come up missing then
North Memphis raised me so I keep that pole like a fisherman
Bulletproof in a Ferrari (Ay)
Smoking seaweed eating Calamari (Ay)
It is what it is when it's up then it's stuck, I draw on a n*gga like a sharpie (Bup, bup, bup)
I got terrorists all around me ('Round me)
Wipe a n*gga ass off the face of the earth
Go ahead play on the internet fore' you log off find your face on a shirt
Send my youngin' come spray at your hearse like we trying to make sure you dead (You dead)
You n*ggas ain't gone do nothing about it, them n*ggas ain't killers, they scared (They scared)
Tell 'em keep playing they next (They next)
Juicy J a personal trainer, all y'all n*ggas get stretched (Boom)
Rest in peace, God bless (Ay, ay)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Woo)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Boaw)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Brrt, doot, doot)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (We gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up (We gon' tear that b*tch up)
n*gga f*ck with us we gon' tear that b*tch up
[Outro: Juicy J]
So there you have it
Get up
(We gon' tear that b*tch up)
We gon' tear that b*tch up
(We gon' tear that b*tch up)
We gon' tear that b*tch up
(We gon' tear that b*tch up)
We gon' tear that b*tch up
(We gon' tear that b*tch up)
We gon' tear that b*tch up (b*tch up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Mafia