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rock out - brokeasf lyrics

[chorus]
rock out, pop out
how you want smoke with some real d*mn dropouts (b*tch)
bag on his head they gon’ see him when they hop out
we rock out, f*ck n*gga play he get knocked out
crocked out, body in the frame in the coffin
rest up to a f*ck n*gga who walk in
we got big boy sticks in this b*tch tryna send one
oh you talkin’ ’bout blocks, get a chopper we gon’ spin one
money gon’ get sum
doubles gon’ bl!ck sum
hit right in the head he was flexin’ with a big pump
big boy steppa check the news it’ll show you
lying n*gga die, tried to cap to a pro too
your b*tch got clapped try to dap i don’t know you
know you dumber than a b*tch, guarantee i’m a blow you

[interlude]
yeah i got shot, but i got up
he stayed on the floor, bullet holes, he was shot up

[verse]
better stay out my face with that f*ck sh*t
pop out and bust sh*t
big boy power don’t wanna be f*cked with
f*ck all this money that sh*t bringing fake love
you ain’t really got packs you a big boy fake plug
sell his ass fake drugs
then cut him up like that b*tch was a taper
f*ck n*gga straight up
i got my cake up
b*tch go get your weight up or you gettin’ ate up
[verse]
b*tch got a whole lotta money in this b*tch like a banker
dumb b*tch at the mailbox shot him in a tank top
big glocks over here and them clothes that you can’t rock
big pole with a drum yeah them poles that you can’t pop
i keep f*ckin’ that hoe try to chill but i can’t stop
f*ckin with my brother or my sister get your face clocked
i got bullets in my skin, blood in my eyes
know them f*ck n*ggas mad because they thought i had died
he a pressure, a steppa he falling he pressured
got a lil hoe done special but she ain’t too extra
now that hoe suck on this d*ck, he was next to her but i had to touch on his b*tch
you a big boy b*tch

lemme pull up your background
hit her with the smackdown
then im coming back round
heard he got jacked he a cat with no sack now
stood up and them f*ck n*ggas had sat down
parole on my d*ck d*mn right i got racks now
groupie ass b*tch had to f*ck her with her face down
stick it up b*tch better give it up right now
pipe down, ‘fore i knock a f*ck n*gga lights out
pipe that, dite thot
make a n*gga strike out
say you wanna die b*tch put it on the right god
hating ass n*gga out of town on my d*ck
f*cked around sent a opp he was found on his d*ck
[hook]
rock out, pop out
how you want smoke with some real d*mn dropouts (b*tch)
bag on his head they gon’ see him when they hop out
we rock out, f*ck n*gga play he get knocked out
crocked out, body in the frame in the coffin
rest up to a f*ck n*gga who walk in
we got big boy sticks in this b*tch tryna send one
oh you talkin’ ’bout blocks, get a chopper we gon’ spin one

- brokeasf lyrics

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