Eddie Brock - Rock My Belt Lyrics

Fuck yahself
Rock my belt
Hermes
Ain't doing shit
It's for the flex
Saggin it
Like my chain on my neck
Jagged edge
Cut yah wrists
Comin close
Sucha risk
Fuck with this
It's ending quick
Apocalypse
Talking shit

I ain't one to chit chat
I ain't wit that
Smoke some no mix match
Like my fit damn
Polo
Through to rip n dip
Fuck yo bitch
N I finished quick
Her friend yah she witnessed it
Yah her friend got the end of it

Ahhh
Full send like dem boys
These big toys make big noise
Finesse on em like Retch tho
Free da real that's a schedule
Got my beats by rudy, cooking up ima eat em
Like vegetables
It's on her skin
I'm Hannibal

Fuck yahself
Rock my belt
Hermes
Aint doing shit
It's for the flex
Saggin it
Like my chain on my neck
Jagged edge
Cut yah wrists
Comin close
Sucha risk
Fuck with this
It's ending quick
Apocalypse
Talkin shit

You can call my wylo hoe
You can call me eddie too
It dont matter let's just get this fetti boo
You ready like i am too
Pass it up ima shoot
Pass it up ima move
Take yo spot i found my groove
Take a shot im round the few
I'm round a few
You tied your noose
Ima hang it for you
I been bangin for you
I been damaged for you
Fuck it all i been stranding for you
Fuck it all im done standing for you
Fuck it all i had mana for you
Fuck it all id end static for you
Ahh fuck it all ima get it how i do it
Stuntin hard like im on movement
Off a bar like i'm tryna sooth it
Hand in the jar rollin up cookies
She give me gushy thats a good cookie
Pass it off no rookie
Start it up n im out spooky
All black hoodie up a boogie