Lyrics: John Jok
Music: John Jok
[Chorus]
Yeah
Rock out like AC/DC
Givenchy my shirt, this not DC
Tell these rappers they cannot be me
Tell that hoe, she cannot see me
Vegetarian hoe, tell her eat meat
Talkin' online pull up 3D
Stackin' that guap since 3G
Makin' a hit man it's easy
[Verse]
Off the rip, she ride like a bike
I talk in the mic, I make it look easy
Take a trip, I'm high as a kite
Pour 4 in a sprite
My diamonds on Fiji
And you know that whip Lamborghini
It's blue like a genie
I'm rockin' that CC, yuh
I got an FN no BB, yuh
Spin on yo' block like a CD, yuh
[Verse]
Ay, run all these racks up
If I catch a lil opp he gon' back up
I got hittas wit' me in that black truck
Please do not act up
We finna blatt stuff
Rockin' dat black stuff
I'm in that hawk like damn, try catch us
Double my cup need some red, like ketchup
I'm finna hop in my bed, need rest up
We up now not next up, yuh
[Refrain]
No I don't check my phone
Diamonds on big, king kong
100 round drum we shootin' for fun
I told em' leave me lone
100 round drum we shootin' for fun
I told em' leave me, lone
[Chorus]
Rock out like AC/DC
Givenchy my shirt, this not DC
Tell these rappers they cannot be me
Tell that hoe, she cannot see me
Vegetarian hoe, tell her eat meat
Talkin' online pull up 3D
Stackin' that guap since 3G
Makin' a hit man it's easy