XXXPODEXTRIAN - Rock It Lyrics

Look, lemme hop on the beat
I just pulled up to her crib and she sucking my d
I just, took off on the beat
I just pulled up to her crib and she sucking my d (aye)
I'm the hottest in these streets
I pulled up to yo girl and she tryna give me heat (aye)
Look, I'm the baddest in this Bitch
You know I go hard when I pull out my stick (aye)
Shoot you in yo stomach if you wanna talk that shit (aye)
Big bands coming if you wanna talk yo shit (aye)
I be rocking tommy with my tommy on my hip (yea)
Shoot you with this 40 got you going like your shorty (aye)
Coming with my girl she give me swirlies when I'm on the whip
I be rocking Prada with designer on my fucking kicks
GTR I'm swerving got the AR on my fucking hip
I cannot stop, got this money on my mind (aye)
I cannot stop, I just do this all the time (yea)
All these bitches on my motherfucking line (aye)
Get the fuck out of my face you is a waste of my time (aye)
Waste of my time, aye
I be rocking diamonds on my hand and you know I'm the man
You say that you hating but you acting like a fan (aye)
New fits, new bitch, I be rocking, Moncler
Look, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my bags
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my cash
I'm bussin' out my cash
I'm going way too fast
I'm finna hop up on the beat and I'ma make it last
All these bitches in my dm's tryna hit me back
Tinted windows black
Dropping hella stacks, (aye, bitch)
And I'm making riches
I be dropping stitches
On these fucking snitches
You a Bitch
Can't tell me shit
You a bitch
Can't tell me shit, (ohh)
You a bitch
Can't tell me shit, (aye)
Most of y'all be hating but you hiding in the streets, (bitch)
Made it out the trenches with my brothers you can't tell me shit
You can't tell me shit
Rock designer kicks
Bitch, bitch, you a fucking bitch
Bitch, bitch, you a fucking bitch
You a motherfucking bitch hiding with them kids
Can't nobody tell you shit when you make it big
This whole industry controlled by these fucking pigs
Look, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my bags
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my cash

Look, lemme hop on the beat
I just pulled up to her crib and she sucking my d
I just, took off on the beat
I just pulled up to her crib and she sucking my d (aye)
I'm the hottest in these streets
I pulled up to yo girl and she tryna give me heat (aye)
Look, I'm the baddest in this Bitch
You know I go hard when I pull out my stick (aye)
Shoot you in yo stomach if you wanna talk that shit (aye)
Big bands coming if you wanna talk yo shit (aye)
I be rocking tommy with my tommy on my hip (yea)
Shoot you with this 40 got you going like your shorty (aye)
Coming with my girl she give me swirlies when I'm on the whip
I be rocking Prada with designer on my fucking kicks
GTR I'm swerving got the AR on my fucking hip
I cannot stop, got this money on my mind (aye)
I cannot stop, I just do this all the time (yea)
All these bitches on my motherfucking line (aye)
Get the fuck out of my face you is a waste of my time (aye)
Waste of my time, aye
I be rocking diamonds on my hand and you know I'm the man
You say that you hating but you acting like a fan (aye)
New fits, new bitch, I be rocking, Moncler
Look, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my bags
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my cash
I'm bussin' out my cash
I'm going way too fast
I'm finna hop up on the beat and I'ma make it last
All these bitches in my dm's tryna hit me back
Tinted windows black
Dropping hella stacks, (aye, bitch)
And I'm making riches
I be dropping stitches
On these fucking snitches
You a Bitch
Can't tell me shit
You a bitch
Can't tell me shit, (ohh)
You a bitch
Can't tell me shit, (aye)
Most of y'all be hating but you hiding in the streets, (bitch)
Made it out the trenches with my brothers you can't tell me shit
You can't tell me shit
Rock designer kicks
Bitch, bitch, you a fucking bitch
Bitch, bitch, you a fucking bitch
You a motherfucking bitch hiding with them kids
Can't nobody tell you shit when you make it big
This whole industry controlled by these fucking pigs
Look, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my bags
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
I'm bussin' out my cash