T.R.U., Hott LockedN, NLE Choppa — Rock Out

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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 nothin’ (Drop)
All that pistol totin’ shit, nigga, you ain’t gon’ pop nothin’ (Pop)
What you got on a mask for, nigga? You ain’t gon’ rob nothin’ (Rob)
In the middle of the club, don’t give no fucks, nigga, we gon’ knock somethin’ (Grrah)
And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (You talkin’ ’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 callin’ 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

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (You talkin’ ’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 talkin’ ’bout? (Talkin’ ’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)

We ain’t thinkin’ ’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 speakin’ fluent (Hrrt)
I got some Grape Street niggas Crippin’ 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 fuckin’ sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)
I caught him lackin’ 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)

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (You talkin’ ’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 callin’ 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