Rockout

Hold up, you know that I'm gonna pop out Yeah, I got the beans, hop out Got the Percs, pop out, hold up, yeah Pussy talk a lot, uh, just wait until I hop out Fat pants, yeah, I'm in command She geeked up too (Yeah), that's my best friend Hold up, bitch, I told Ren that we gon' rock out every show Can't pick up the phone, I was on the road I lost my phone, I-I knew it all along You don—, you don't care what they say, you do what you want, yeah I do it all night long, yeah, I don't know ya Fire gon' blow ya, scared bitch, don't want ya Bad bitch, come on, ayy, yeah Bad bitch, come on, ayy, yeah She gon' twerk the pole, yeah She gon' sing my song, yeah I feel like I'm losin' myself, damn, yeah, yeah Who am I? I don't even know it, damn Who am I kiddin'? I know damn well who I am Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone in this bitch She was on my body so I tried to fuck the bitch And I count bands, yeah, count bands, yeah Riches, riches, she want all my riches Pounds in the trash can, ho, do the dishes Can't nobody fuck with my kitchen, my kitchen (Ooh, ooh) Can't fuck up my face card 'cause I don't wanna burn my bridges Hold up, bitch, I told Ren that we gon' rock out every show Can't pick up the phone, I was on the road I lost my phone, I-I knew it all along You do— You know it Bitch, I told Ren that we gon' rock out every show Can't pick up the phone, I was on the road I lost my known, we knew it all along