1luhtk - Rockout kid

And these demons stuck in me, it keep on speaking bout it
Im tryna stomping a nigga head I'm tryna see ah bout it
Who wants some war with my lil' brother, yeah they talk about it

We got these chopper on the left, that boy can't split a body
Oh lord, catch them boys up out the traffic, you know we gon' send him home
With these choppers till he done, my baby he won't come back home
And we spinning on them opps like everyday don't come outside

Let me put that hot shit on you, I'ma feel you, with this nine
Okay, open doors, I had to go explore then
I don't fuck with fuck niggas, my bitch don't fuck with fuck niggas
Put these chopper on these, yeah that nigga here can't run from me

My opps, they gon' gun for me, why you say it then and there, you dug it from me
If you really about it then you show it to me
But these niggas acting like some hoes with me, I be coming with a bunny
I hit it right with the chummy, damn these niggas be cappin' a lot

Like fuck you, put it on his head, put this bag up on him
Tell lil twin, he gon' spray again
Like fuck you damn if you really my brother, show me that
I came alone, so I can't let a nigga hold me that

Fuck, I know they tryna take me out my misery
Can't let these niggas get to me before I get to them
I gotta put my chopper up, I think it's time to kill
This demon been stuck in me for a while, it's time to drill

I ain't even wanna speak this shit up on this song again
But pussy nigga keep on dissing like we on Dom again
Like pussy nigga you can end up in those songs again
Like we ain't smoking on that, like we ain't smoking blunts

We roll a nigga up, I roll him just like backwoods
Nigga try to play with me, you know we can play on that flatwood
223-556-762 put a mark on the sheet
Nigga try to play with me, you know I'm gonna heat

I really bout it, I really bout action
Me and my nigga, we pull up the place, we pull up that picture
I write to his dawg, nigga try to play now, I'm sitting on my own
I'm walking him down with that motherfucking crime

Like for that shit, I'm tryna find out where he stay
And put this chopper to his face and make that boy go ayy
And when this chopper hit, he know he can't come to the A
He say that he my opp, but I think that he is a fan

Written by:
Taron Williams

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