Bobby Fishscale, DJ Paul and Juicy J - Rock Session

Yo (ayo, Cash, I think we got it)
Bobby Fishscale (Jupyter)
Juicy J
Dj Paul KOM, Mafia

Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (yeah, ho, woo)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (boaw)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (brrt, doot, doot)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (doot, doot, doot, doot)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with me we gon' tear this motherfucker up (boaw)

Security here go a band, need the stick in the club (woo)
Need the stick in the club 'case a nigga wanna play (huh?)
Shoot a nigga ass of the stage right in his face
Up fire on a bitch stepping on my shoelace (what?)
Made a bitch sneak fire in the club in her lace (damn)
If I ain't got fire, bitch, I don't feel safe (nah)
Only time I ain't got fire, behind them gates (woo)
Fuck with me I'm going back behind them gates (baow)
In my hood, bitch, I'm like Bill Gates (fishy)
Fuck 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)
Nigga fuck with me won't hesitate to let that Draco (brrt)
I was broke as fuck, 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 Mafio

Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (woo)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (boaw)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (yes sir, yes sir)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (doot, doot, doot, doot)

Yeah, every time niggas tear the club up
They let me in the club with the scrubs tucked
Pointed at your head like Russian Roulette
Nigga go ahead try your luck
Say my name, better be whispering
Fuck around come out 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 nigga like a sharpie (bup, bup, bup)
I got terrorists all around me ('round me)
Wipe a nigga 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 niggas ain't gone do nothing about it
Them niggas ain't killas they scared (they scared)
Tell 'em keep playing they next (they next)
Juicy J a personal trainer
All y'all niggas get stretched (boom)
Rest in peace God bless (ay)

Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (woo)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (boaw)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (brrt, doot, doot)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (doot, doot, doot, doot)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
Nigga fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up

So there you have it
Get up

We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up
We gon' tear that bitch up

Written by:
Darryl Thomas, Donny Flores, Elon Brown, Jordan Houston, Joshua Mckenzie Mitchell, Paul Beauregard, Paul Black

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