L3 Truth - RockOut

Okay, rock out with my metal, nigga
Might have a bang out with the devil, nigga
Niggas keep playin', then we gon' check a nigga
Stone cold steppa, Nigga, know I'm up in this bih
Look, glock came with a button, this ain't no coolin' kit
Rock out 'bout my respect, nigga
Which one you gon' check, nigga
Pendent on my chain, niggas
Know that I'm gon' flex, nigga
Girl, came with the gang, and we ain't have to send no text, nigga
Flip her for one night, then send her on, now send the next, jigga
Five-five-six, came with the kick
Seven-six-two, come with a blitz
Spinnin' season, know we had to come and spin right by that bitch
I ain't gotta ask, I'm with the shits
Nigga, keep playin', you gon' get hit
Come with the drums, I'm just like Nick(Nick Cannon)
And you know I'm with that
Huh?, Okay
Who gon' slide tonight?
Send you high than a kite
Already know that I'm with that hype
Talkin' all that shit, you already know that it's what I like
Talk to the reaper, man, I'm 'bout to send you to light
'Cause real risk taker, never been no faker
Girl tryna come with me, I make her, then I break her
And we gon' be ballin' like the Lakers, gon' get a hundred acres
I got niggas that slump, shit, gon' do some for some paper
Whatcha on nigga?, wanna catch this hot shit like a taper
Got shotters in (Indiana), and I ain't talkin' like the (Pacers)
Got my roll on, and I ain't tryna take no brake
And then I got my froze on, you gots to know that this ain't fake
I'ma end your life
Send you to the sky
Heaven gates, they open up, they send you to the light
Do a hit straight on the bike
Come get hit up with this pipe
Already on your last strike, these bullets, you gon' have to fight
I'm up in my room, send a blitz from the crib, you already know that that's yo' doom
Six feet under, we puttin' that nigga in the tomb
We some real headhunters, we get you (wrapped) like a (cocoon)
Rock out with my metal nigga Might have a bang out with the devil nigga
Niggas keep playin', then we gon' check a nigga
Stone cold steppa' nigga , know I'm up in this bih
Look, glock came with a button, it ain't no coolin' kit
Three!

Written by:
Drakerion Beene

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