Rock Out lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
Hold up (Ayy)
Hold up (Ayy)
Hold up (Ayy)
(Bankroll Got It)

[Chorus]
Nut up on his face, tell him, "Mask off"
Any b*tch got a problem, we can match off
Shorty said she was real, take that Mac off
Same city, same hood, b*tch, you mad fraud
f*ck him in the telly watchin' Belly, ayy
Asian p*ssed on a b*tch like R. Kelly, ayy
It's so hot I took the party, playin' Nelly, ayy
He put ice around my neck to make him jealous, ayy

[Verse 1]
Runnin' through the game with no cheat codes
Bad b*tch in designer, she a freak ho
Money over n*ggas, b*tch, that's been the memo
Left a n*gga down bad, how you take those?
You ain't slidin', you ain't ridin', b*tch
You ain't poppin', why you speakin' on a fly b*tch?
Gettin' money in my sleep, flyin' private
Snipers on the roof, killers move in silence
Ayy, pop out, n*gga, we can rock out
You ain't seen no M's, they used to laugh and now I'm up now
Fendi cost some thousands, 40 racks to break a bag down
b*tch ain't seen no money, when she leave she get a pat down (b*tch ho)
[Chorus]
Nut up on his face, tell him, "Mask off"
Any b*tch got a problem, we can match off
Shorty said she was real, take that Mac off
Same city, same hood, b*tch, you mad fraud
f*ck him in the telly watchin' Belly, ayy
Asian p*ssed on a b*tch like R. Kelly, ayy
It's so hot I took the party, playin' Nelly, ayy
He put ice around my neck to make him jealous, ayy

[Verse 2]
First young b*tch with a bust down
I'm the first young b*tch that was totin' rounds
And the first young b*tch with her own sound
So these b*tches don't deserve to get a princess crown
Ayy, let 'em tell it, they up next, ayy
Let me show you how you do it, but the best, ayy
b*tch you older, and you losin', she a bird brain
Ain't beefing on the net 'less a check came
Grabbin' on my neck, then stroke
Treat me like a doll, but he f*ck me like a hoe
Real street b*tch, he a green, he a go
Ain't stressin' over n*ggas, I'm addicted to the dough (bands)

[Chorus]
Nut up on his face, tell him, "Mask off"
Any b*tch got a problem, we can match off
Shorty said she was real, take that Mac off
Same city, same hood, b*tch, you mad fraud
f*ck him in the telly watchin' Belly, ayy
Asian p*ssed on a b*tch like R. Kelly, ayy
It's so hot I took the party, playin' Nelly, ayy
He put ice around my neck to make him jealous, ayy
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