Mr.ReRock

(Hokatiwi)

Yeah (ShittyBoyz)

Spent eight on a French, now my bitch want a poodle

I'ma keep the stick tucked, I ain't even got a shooter

Got a couple hitmen that specialize in opp removal

You the type to go say you sliding and not go do it

She just gave me head till my toes cracked and knees locked

Zombie to the lil' bitch, she gon' have to detox

One item, made him pay twice, I'm Mister Re-Rock

We could be last in the standings, wouldn't team hop

Bitch caught me cheating with her friеnd like, "Who head bettеr?"

Name hold heavy weight on it, I'm a bench presser

When the wintertime comes, I'm a Nike tech dresser

Tap the card in, it's scam if she press enter

You don't punch, you just talk about it, you like Joe Rogan

Run it up fast, you be jogging, you in slow motion

He don't ever get no pussy, we gon' put the hoes on him

That is not no real money if the roll folding

Run it up, he can't keep up, where's his Gatorade?

You a dick sucker, woke up drinking Hatorade

Finna come roll big clock like I'm Flavor Flav

For two thousand dollars, I'll show you how to drain a bank

For three thousand dollars, you can get a verse with the vid

For four thousand dollars, get him murked, knock him off the grid

Need five thousand if you tryna work with my BIN

Six jacks, 6K, I'm turnt when I turn 'em in

First class Delta and I'm shooting out of McNamara

The way he keep a stick in the city, I think Stan's Cabrero

Think yo lil' bitch wanna cheat 'cause her ass be staring

I ain't say the trap dead but it's the scammer era

MacBook open, Backwood rolling

Three minutes later, now I'm Backwood smoking

Back to that MacBook, I crack juggs on it

Punch a lil' bitch a bag if she act good for it

Her head so mean, why I got a smile on my face?

Don't miss the second wave, better file every state

"Real Punch Champ", that's a title you cannot take

Shooter got flavor, should he grab the rifle or the Drac'?

Paid two hunnid dollars just to bite into the steak

Three-five of Guava Cake, now I'm flying into space

Quickest way to get cut off is lying to my face

If you see me out then I'm probably driving to the bank

Yeah, you ate at Fleming's but you couldn't leave a tip

Really what a bitch need, I won't never need a bitch

You might get confirmations but you never seen 'em ship

Rap now but I can get back on my Visa shit

Blew ten kicks, Y-3, Adidas fit

Sent yo bitch to the Coney on a chicken pita trip

Pull up, sub you out, on my Jim Leyland shit

Unc' Triple A, pull up if you need a fix

Hack this, hack that, I be cracking firewalls

Walk into the store like, "Ma'am, I'm tryna buy 'em all"

Whole time I got a blank card, finna slide 'em all

If she calls the boss, I'm running out and then I'm driving off

That's Gorilla Glue #4, you ain't high at all

You don't really live that shit at all, you just type it, dawg

4K in Hutch, buffs whiter than some Tylenol

Got my balance to a ninety-nine, ain't got time to fall

Ha-ha, yeah, bitch, yeah

Got my balance to a ninety-nine, ain't got time to fall

Huh, ain't got time to fall

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Her head so mean, why I got a smile on my face?

Don't miss the second wave, better file every state

"Real Punch Champ", that's a title you cannot take

Shooter got flavor, should he grab the rifle or the Drac'?

Paid two hunnid dollars just to bite into the steak

Three-five of Guava Cake, now I'm flying into space

Quickest way to get cut off is lying to my face

If you see me out then I'm probably driving to the bank