Lyrics Rock Out by NLE Choppa

All these hoes
We gon' give these hoes one song
Worried 'bout none of these hoes

All them Instagram posts, n***a, you ain't gon' drop nothin' (Drop)
All that pistol totin' sh*t, n***a, you ain't gon' pop nothin' (Pop)
What you got on a mask for, n***a? You ain't gon' rob nothin' (Rob)
In the middle of the club, don't give no f**ks, n***a, we gon' knock somethin' (Grrah)
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no f**ks, n***a, what? Bring them c*cks out (Them c*cks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (That block, n***a)

Now she all in her feelings, b*t*h, what? Keep on callin' me (She callin')
And she get on my nerves, b*t*h, block, you can't follow me (Can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, n***a been had that (Been had that)
And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, n***a been smashed that (Been smashed that)
And that ho be brazy from the Southside, the whole gang had that (Been had that)
I got an athlete named Musu, he ain't never had that (Hell nah, n***a)
And I walk in the deal with it on me, I don't give a f**k 'bout none of these hoes (F**k 'em)
And I'ma go f**k up the money, I don't give a f**k 'bout none of these loads (F**k it)
Just got another show, n***a just f**ked another ho
Just poured another four, n***a, inside another four
These n***as be hoes, and act like I don't know (Okay)
Lil' n***a, it's sure, have them young n***as kick in your door
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no f**ks, n***a, what? Bring them c*cks out (Them c*cks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no f**ks, n***a, what? Bring them c*cks out (Them c*cks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Ayy)

We ain't thinkin' 'bout this sh*t, we just gon' get into it (On God)
That n***a say he wanna kill me, b*t*h, come and do it (Come do it, b*t*h)
And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speakin' fluent (Hrrt)
I got some Grape Street n***as Crippin' in Cali and Newark (Yeah, yeah)
I put a Curry on my Rondo, but I shoot like Harden (On God)
B*t*h, I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten (B*t*h)
I earned my rank up in my gang like a f**kin' sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)
I caught him lackin' up at Walmart, bet I hit my target (Yeah)
I put a n***a in the sky, give him jet lag (Jet lag)
Shooting fetish with this chopper, get a toe tag (Yeah)
A n***a heartless, they be asking where my soul at (It's nowhere)
A n***a play, then I'ma put him in a bodybag (Yeah, yeah)

And I got that thirty on me, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)
In the middle of the club, n***a, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)
We don't give no f**ks, n***a, what? Bring them c*cks out (Them c*cks out)
Got the sticks in the trunk, n***a, what? Bring the block out (Block out)
Now she all in her feelings, b*t*h, what? (Keep on callin' me)
And she get on my nerves, b*t*h, block (You can't follow me)
And that ho Alicia from the Westside, n***a been had that
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, n***a been smashed that