Rasta Foreign - Rockout

Yeah yeah
Stand up in they chest I'm bout to rock out
My bitch say she ain't feeling me she got me out my top now
Turn up on all you busters all them hoes call me rasta
No question I go dumb dumb yea I'm bout to rockout
Come in I'm in this bitch I'm with the shits and I can't stand y'all
I don't know you niggas we ain't homies we ain't hang out
All my bitches love me ain't no feelings you cross me it's repercussion
Ninety baby I go duffy cut up you know fuck it
Let me slide up in there like a dm
I'm pressure you don't see em run this bitch I'm bout to eat em
Shoutout to my lil fea them fea they be the reason
Shut up don't make me beat you call mj an make you beat it
I keep a couple heaters nah I keep a couple skeezers
Yeah you know I throw them bitches keep your gun we don't need it
Play with us my niggas deep we fuck shit up an then we leaving
My ex alicia on my dick she like the way I'm leaning
Bae bae done turn me up now pour me up I need that green up in my cup
Pink lemonade up out the store jump in my lane and we could roll
Behind khaza behind my momma behind that we could go
So fuck you niggas I'm straight punching bitches down that's how that go
If it's up in here it's up in here I'm sayin shit what's up with it
We can get to knuckin if you buckin shit I'm dumb with this
Come up in that thang I'm with that gang we turning up lil bitch
An we don't won't no holler get the fuck you ain't my potna
You left me in this stage now I'm fucked up
I'm on that rider shit I'm tired of this crush you without hearing
I'm on that silence shit
Put me in this game now bet on me watch I demolish shit
Oh you don't want it punish my opponent not the opposite
Let me in here mane I'm trying to turn you up lil bitch
I bet I make you dance left right or move your fuckin hips
This here is not a game you know that I'm that mane
I'm turning up now let me in the door I'm in that thang
Stand up in they chest I'm bout to rock out
My bitch say she ain't feeling me she got me out my top now
Turn up on all you busters all them hoes call me rasta
No question I go dumb dumb yea I'm bout to rockout
Come in I'm in this bitch I'm with the shits and I can't stand y'all
I don't know you niggas we ain't homies we ain't hang out
All my bitches love me ain't no feelings you cross me it's repercussion
Ninety baby I go duffy cut up you know fuck it
Yeah yeah

Written by:
Trelson Brown

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