metroacs - Rockout

Rock out, get the fuck out my way
Whippin' a Urus, Palm trees where I stay
I ain't got no service, all these hills in the way
Keep with the stack and this money gon' follow
I came up from nothing, I looked in the shadows
You gon' need a surgeon, these bullets they hollow
Leave his mama some sorrow
Put my foot on the gas, rock this bitch heavy metal
And they all tryna get me, I never could settle
Boy, get your head up
If they all talkin', we gon' bring Berettas
And I know why they mad, cause they all seen I'm next up
I done put in that work, we all came from the bottom
We was all hungry, we worked for them dollars
Mama, be patient, we fuck up them commas
All I want is respect, put your ass in designer
Yeah, this bitch, I'ma floor it
Why they all cappin', they think they important
And this bitch is too lit, we ain't leave till the morning
I'ma nut on yo face and that bitch said record it
We gon' stack up them racks, make some plays in the morning
And I'm goin' real hard, till I'm like 40
They lovin' young metro, these bitches adore me
We sippin' on 40s, they throw up them fours
Roll up the Zaza, I'm feinin' for more
When they all started fakin, my circle got small
Rubber bands on the stacks, we gon' hit up the mall
If I like it, I buy it, don't care about the cost
Brush my teeth with some gold, I make sure that I floss
Too many Ls, I done turned to a boss
Hell no, we ain't hiding, that we got the sauce
Make sure my family straight, make sure they good
Catch yo ass lacking get put in a wood
They all never liked me, they misunderstood
Now we all livin lavish, they wish that they could
We know them green lights
Fast life, it's on sight
Them cold nights, that low life
I make sure my momma right, my brothers right
Yeah,
Rock out, get the fuck out my way
Whippin' a Urus, Palm trees where I stay
I ain't got no service, all these hills in the way
Keep with the stack and this money gon' follow
I came up from nothing, I looked in the shadows
You gon' need a surgeon, these bullets they hollow
Leave his mama some sorrow
Put my foot on the gas, rock this bitch heavy metal
And they all tryna get me, I never could settle
Boy, get your head up
If they all talkin', we gon' bring Berettas
And I know why they mad, cause they all seen I'm next up
I done put in that work, we all came from the bottom
We was all hungry, we worked for them dollars
Mama, be patient, we fuck up them commas
All I want is respect, put your ass in designer

Written by:
Aiden Summers

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