Lyrics: DeAndre McKee
Music: DeAndre McKee
Woah
Check it out
Woah, Woah (Woah, woah)
Slatt
Thirty one shots in the TEC (TEC)
Pull up, hop out the 'Vette ('Vette)
I mix the Sp5der wit' the VET' (VET')
Walked down, applyin' the pressure (Pressure)
All of my shots, they gon' hit (They gon' hit)
Gon' get the pole at the neck (Neck)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
Yeah (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set, huh
I'm a rockstar I'm shuttin' my shows down
Yeah, I be stompin' my set
Yeah, I'm a rockstar, I'm punchin', get chocked out
Yeah, got this bitch spreadin' her legs
Yeah, I'm a rockstar, my dreads on
Got more money, I'm countin' these racks
Did a show in the city, got your ho in the pit
I been poppin' it, I think you noticed this shit
I can't stop this shit, these niggas want me to quit
On the Addy, I feel like a monster
I blow through it, them B's, no bumble
And I'm rockin' all black like it's Donda
I can't sign if it's less than a hunnid'
Give a fvck 'bout the bitch, I can swap 'em out quick
I just flooded my neck, finna go flood my wrist
Got a Glock wit' a dick, if it's up in this bitch
Keep the cutter, we don't do discussions and shit
On my mother, I can't do that sucker lil' shit
But my brother, they say I might slime in this bitch
And she poppin' that shit 'cause I'm poppin' this shit
Slatt
Thirty one shots in the TEC (TEC)
Pull up, hop out the 'Vette ('Vette)
I mix the Sp5der wit' the VET' (VET')
Walked down, applyin' the pressure (Pressure)
All of my shots, they gon' hit (They gon' hit)
Gon' get the pole at the neck (Neck)
I'ma rock out for the set
I'ma rock out for the guys, huh (Bitch)
Y'all can't even come to this side
Fvck with your legs, I want your mind (I just want head)
Hit from the back, leave my kids on her spine (I just want head)
Yeah, I'm still textin' for Tris'
I see your opp, he get crossed out the list (Brr, brr)
Throw that bitch up, you can hit, assist
Big pants, fifty round drum gon' fit
I don't even skate, pop that boy like an ollie
Percocet feelin', I'm still off the oxy
We up the score, we go body for body
Yeah, that's on twenty hoes up in the lobby
They bitin' swag, tell them niggas to stop it
Big booty bitch on my dick, I'ma pop it
Take my shirt off in the pit, got 'em moshin'
Glock on my waist, walk up on me with caution (Haha)
Slatt
Thirty one shots in the TEC (TEC)
Pull up, hop out the 'Vette ('Vette)
I mix the Sp5der wit' the VET' (VET')
Walked down, applyin' the pressure (Pressure)
All of my shots, they gon' hit (They gon' hit)
Gon' get the pole at the neck (Neck)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set
(Rock out, rock out, rock out)
I'ma rock out for the set