Rockout Dasgasdom3

[Intro]
Fight
Uh, uh, uh
What? What? What? What?
What? Uh, what? What?
Bitch
Ha

[Verse]
Jump out the coupe with the bands out
Nigga just started, I'm one of the hardest to go
Don't play with gang, we some savages, FN gon' knock off your head, if I wanted to blow
Shawty retarded, he acting like [?] with his shit, until one of them fold
I'm smoking an opp in the summer
This Glock got a fever, my medicine fixing this cold
Knock out, rock out, beat a nigga ass, if I pop out
All of this dominant hit the whole block out
Bro got no timing, don't aim with the Glock out
Hit like a lineman, when shots get the knockout
Shots get to flyin, he talkin' on gang, I guess they gotta die if they play with my name
Don't get too close or wе snatching your chain
If you run up, you die, we gon' blow off his brain
Blow off his mental, blow off his mind
If you thinking it's sweet, brеak 'em off like a pencil
Rockstar lifestyle, no heavy metal
Shut all the lights down, push to the pedal (What?)
I'm a menace in here, somebody get me a water or something, a recorder, send my lieutenants in here
Bitch trying to act like he harder or somethin'
Fuck his daughter or somethin' while she holding the steer
Ain't hard enough to get watered down, uh
Glizzy gon' bust like a water gun, uh
Keep a few groupies, no autograph, uh
Bitch, i've been in the field like I'm runnin' or somethin'
Hoes in the booth, I know one living truth
I ain't stoppin for shit, gotta stack up the juice
See that I'm moving, they know what I'm doing, home running season, they call me Babe Ruth
Uh, uh, call me Babe Ruth
Uh, uh, call me Babe Ruth
Uh, uh, call me Babe Ruth
Uh, uh, call me Babe Ruth
I get the cheese, bitch we chasing cheddar
Fall off the leaves like we breaking weather
Whether you got it, or you ain't about it, you still ain't gon' pop it, you soft like a feather
Niggas is bitches, and bitches be hoes
Bro caught a charge, he been kicking in doors
Free all the guys until they make it home
I could say it again, but I'd only feel wrong
Diamonds they gleaming, they bust out the stone, we been catching real bodies like L. A. Capone
Hope we don't meet em, we gotta get even, they thinking it's even til' one of 'em gone
You niggas be in here stupid, can't drop shit
I've been in the Hills trapping on my hot shit
Was born a demon, the king of this shit, but they really can't stop shit
Give me some top while I'm driving the boat
Beat on her back while I'm driving the strokes
Keep a whole rack, you've been stuck in your feelings, I'm stuck in my bag, so I'm doing the most
Dream Team, know that we score for the coast
Double team bullets gon' burn him like toast
Rudolph his ass, red dot on his nose
He miss and they turn that boy into a ghost
More money than plays, I got money engraved, I got hits on the way that I still ain't gon post
They told me to wait, but I'm bad at the play, better play where you lay or they taking your soul
We ain't gon play shit, he gotta face it
GTA killers, gon leave his ass wasted
Gon leave his ass wasted (bitch)
Gon leave his ass wasted (bitch)