Tilt - Rock It (feat. Que Money, Deanoboyyoucrazy & YNG4L)

She seen a couple G's, now she a freak
That ass new, but that pussy still weak
Gettin' to that bag, seven days up
every week
I don't even like to rest, sometimes I don't even sleep
Never catch me lackin', boy, I always got my glee
Talk dumb, I'ma hit that nigga in his teeth
I'm a hustler, baby, I don't even like the streets
Devin tell me never starve, cause a nigga gotta eat

Ayy, rockin' to the beat, she was naked in my sheets
Her makeup and nails done, she always on fleek
You know they talk about us when we pull up on the scene
I don't chase bitches, but they runnin' after me (yeah)
It's like this and like that
Baby from East Oakland, but she live out in the Sac
Where was you at when I was down doin' bad
You know I been on fire like it's NBA Jam (come on)

Okay, you know I been on fire like it's NBA Jam, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, bitch, you bad as fuck
If your pussy good, bitch, you get a Bentley truck
If the pussy weak, you suckin' dick for a week
If the pussy stink, then bitch, I gotta cheat (ayy)
Pum-pum-pum, a .22, Deanoboyyoucrazy, yeah, bitch, I'm a fool
Used to fuck the lunch lady back in high school
She sucked dick good and always cookin' food
You know I need a plate, bitch, I can't be rude
Pop me a bean, now I got my groove
Bulls a 96, bitch, I cannot lose
Bitch, I always been him, bitch, I been that dude, lil hoe

Practice, who need practice
Nigga, I do, I'm steady active
Yeah, I'm steady at it, bitch, add it up
Niggas already know that I'm dumb as fuck
Yeah, dumb as fuck, what you mean
I don't keep a high point, bitch, I keep me a beam
And I never drop shit on a bitch
Glock .45, cause I'm with that shit

Shit, fuck, here we go again
The devil knockin' at my door, fuck, I let him in
The bitch better have my money when I count to ten
I'm done fuckin' with you niggas
I don't need no friends

Yeah, I don't need no friends
All you niggas dead, like some loose hands
Pussy U-Haul, how I move in
Bitch, I be high as fuck, yeah, I be too lit

Bitch, I be too high
Hella weed smoke out the window when I drive by
Chop in the whip, eat some chicken like I'm Popeye's
Dope in the rental, meet the bitch on Temple
I got a pound for the cars and it's just that simple
Got a plug on the beams, we can meet in the middle
Keep me a lil', bitch, I keep me a lot
Said I got a four-pound when I'm bendin' the block (skirr)

Yeah, yeah, you know I be too lit
Me and the squad get it poppin' like a zit
Q sent me the method, I gotta make it flip
My girl on that G shit, she don't have to trip
I be lit, I be on
I don't wanna fuck, I'd rather fuck your mom
And she's shakin' that ass to this song
Don't worry, she won't be gone long

Written by:
BROWN, JASON BROWN

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