st4r - rockout**** Lyrics

She give me that cudi
Throwing that back tell that bitch go (buss it, buss it)
Not a damn thing funny
Right from the dirt yeah this shit get muddy
Fly as bitch like in on a G6
And my bitch match the swag, cant touch it
Bout time i said f*ck it
Im boutta show em how I really go does it
Rockout the rockout the rockout the
Rockout the rockout the rockout the show
Rockin that brand new fashion
Vetements t to my jeans
And Balenciaga all on my toes
The way that i put this shit on yeah im shittin
Whip it up fresh out the kitchen
One shot ain't goin' out missin (like damn)
What in the f*ck was they thinkin?
(Who in the)
Who in the f*ck is they thankin thats me
Better gimme my flowers before I decease
(Yea this money and power it don't come for)
Yea this money and power it don't come for free
East to the West
They knowin my name
I'm too influencial I'm changin the game
Get it straight from the dirt but I'm pavin the way
If this life is a curse I ain't changin a thang
Up all night I'm vampin
Yea
Tear up the box yea I'm doin the damage
(Lets go)
They never lastin
Count up forever these racks everlastin
They ain't got no passion
Push it to start and I'm flyin I'm flyin right past em
She give me that cudi
Throwing that back tell that bitch go (buss it, buss it)
Not a damn thing funny
Right from the dirt yeah this shit get muddy
Fly as bitch like in on a G6
And my bitch match the swag, cant touch it
Bout time i said f*ck it
Im boutta show em how I really go does it
Rockout the rockout the rockout the
Rockout the rockout the rockout the show
Rockin that brand new fashion
Vetements t to my jeans
And Balenciaga all on my toes
The way that i put this shit on yeah im shittin
Whip it up fresh out the kitchen
One shot ain't goin' out missin (like damn)
What in the f*ck was they thinkin? (bitch wtf)