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yng tr!ss - rocks lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah
talking sh+t, talking sh+t, they be talking sh+t
i don’t care though
yeah
talking sh+t
you talking sh+t?
f+ck you, i don’t care
ay, (b+tch)

(chorus)
me and my gang, go so hard in the game
might as well just compare us to rocks
putting dirt on my name? know that sh+t finna change
i’ll fill you with a couple of shots
you know i bring that heat, you know i bring that steam
like i just went and baked a pot
f+ckboy looking for beef, tell me, where is the meat?
his ass straight up is gonna get popped

(verse 1)
f+ckboy just looking for beef? (beef?)
tell me just where is the meat? (uh+huh)
i’ll pull up right to his street (uh+huh)
pop him quick, with speed
you know i ain’t bout that talking, (no i ain’t)
i pull up right on him, and off him (yeah, i will)
shots to his head, he’s a dolphin (dolphin)
you know he ain’t gon be talking (oh)
shots to his head, i leave him there dead
for the feds, the blue and reds
he should’ve never f+cked with me
cause sh+t get ugly, yes

b+tch, i go harder than rocks, (b+tch, i go harder than rocks)
this song got a beat, make you bop, (bop)
you know i’m going to the top, (top)
and i ain’t never gon drop, (yeah)
i just keep going, going
never slowing
balling like derozan
making all the motherf+cking free throws in

getting the racks, (ooh, ay)
getting the cash, (ooh, ay)
stacking up racks, to the max
you know that’s facts, no cap, (uh+huh)

getting them racks fast
like a car doing the dash
praying that i never crash
cause i move so goddam fast
i move so quick, (uh+huh)
i got a stick, with a clip
and a d+ck, no h0m+, b+tch
(chorus)
me and my gang, go so hard in the game
might as well just compare us to rocks
putting dirt on my name? know that sh+t finna change
i’ll fill you with a couple of shots
you know i bring that heat, you know i bring that steam
like i just went and baked a pot
f+ckboy looking for beef, tell me, where is the meat?
his ass straight up is gonna get popped

(verse 2)
hear him talking that sh+t?
i call up my goons
pull up on that b+tch
pop him, balloons
you tryna compete?
know you gon lose
you tryna beat me?
you just a fool

i’m the type of person that you’d want to have as your friend, (yeah)
cause you know that imma just keep balling out until the end, (uh+huh, uh+huh)
i just keep on getting bread, (uh+huh)
this is real life, no pretend, (uh+huh)
i just keep on balling, balling, balling, (uh+huh)
rodman, with the 10 (ay)
me and my gang
go so hard in the game
i just want the money
no, i don’t want none the fame, (none of that)
i’m just tryna get the racks, go get them ben franks, (yeah)
get them racks, in the bank, (yeah)
be on top, balling hard, i never flop
i won’t never stop
i ain’t no james harden, i go hard in like a rock

me and my gang, go so hard in the game
might as well just compare us to rocks
putting dirt on my name? know that sh+t finna change
i’ll fill you with a couple of shots
you know i bring that heat, you know i bring that steam
like i just went and baked a pot
f+ckboy looking for beef, tell me, where is the meat?
his ass straight up is gonna get popped

- yng trss lyrics

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