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moneybagg yo, lil durk & ytb fatt - rock out lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt & lil durk]
uh, yeah, yeah
go, go
n+gga
let’s get it, yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
(oh my god, ronny)
man, what?

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
rock out with that chopstick (chopstick)
say they want some smoke, got whole pounds of this za sh+t (pressure)
lil’ bro on some “spin the block” sh+t (brr)
at the window with that broomstick
then hop out with that mop stick (doom, doom, doom, doom)
come out the house, this ain’t no knock, b+tch (no knock, b+tch)
loafin’ with that thot ho done got his top peeled (bagg)
pull up with a covid mask on like i got sick (sick)
boy, stop all them k!llin’ stories, you ain’t shot sh+t

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
come out right now, three hundred fighters outside
rest of ’em down the street
rock out with that chopstick, f+ckin’ them up
sh+t, n+ggas ain’t come like we
maybach truck in the trenches, they don’t know, who is it?
n+gga, don’t shoot, it’s me
who the f+ck bagg gave two+hundred+something thousand?
and four chains, n+gga, that’s me
n+ggas better watch who they postin’ with
n+ggas better watch who they hangin’ with
n+ggas better watch who they slangin’ with
nine times out of ten, n+ggas rather just snitch
bagg just called my phone, durk said, “where you at?”
on the way, let me put up this switch
fox ‘nem ready to do it
i could just put a pack of gumbo on top of your sh+t, n+gga
[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
i don’t care how you do it, but get on it (right now, right now)
whatever it take, bake a cake, sic a b+tch on him (go)
it cost to go to war, you know that, don’t it? (huh?)
you lil’ n+ggas ain’t got no money to beef with me, go get your big homie (n+gga)
fox is walkin’ your ass down with that chopstick (grr)
’bout to pull up on your block, lettin’ that chop’ hit (ha, ha)
just ’cause the pressure on, lil’ n+gga, don’t mean you side switch (shake)
or i’m just built different ’cause i’m goin’ out who i came with (the gang, go)

[verse 3: lil durk]
man, copycat, you doin’ everything i do ’cause you a fan of me (go, go)
in the ‘raq, one opp passed out at the club, i called him new years eve (grrah)
shorty get on my nerve, he think he irv, he think he murder ink (let’s get it)
i was in the trenches, i washed my shirt inside the kitchen sink
you a copycat, you do everythin’ i do, let me see somethin’ (come here, come here)
baby mama think you a k!ller, but on the block you ain’t nothin’
i done f+cked my eye up, took some months off, doodie sub in (yeah)
lucky i ain’t on the ‘net ’cause i would’ve trolled, it would’ve got rubbed in
i can tell you whatever i want, you know the trenches turn me up
see that’s bro, but moneybagg yo the first who gave me runtz
i could turn the beat down, it’s a guarantee you hear this cup
see, that chopper got that crack sound and i know he ain’t gettin’ up (grrah, let’s get it)

- moneybagg yo lil durk ytb fatt lyrics

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