Set.

作词 : DeAndre McKee

作曲 : DeAndre McKee

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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