Moneybagg Yo – Rock Out (feat. Lil Durk & YTB Fatt) Lyrics

Rock Out

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Durk & YTB Fatt)

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"Rock Out." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Lil Durk & YTB Fatt)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 03:02 am

Album: Hard To Love

Track No: 14

Ugh, yeah, yeah
Go, go
****
Let's get it, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh my God, Ronny
Man, what?
Rock out with that chop stick
Say they want some smoke
Got whole pounds of this 'za shit (Pressure)
Lil' bro on some spin the block shit (Brrt)
Out the window with that broomstick
Then hop out with that mob stick
Doom, doom, doom, doom
Come out the house, this ain't no knock, bitch
No knock, bitch
Loafin' with that thot ho, done got his top peeled
Pull up with a COVID mask on like I got sick
Boy, stop all them killing stories, you ain't shot shit
Come out right now
Three hundred fighters outside right now, rest of them down the street
Rock out with that chop stick, fuck shit up, **** ain't cut like we
Mayback truck in the trenches, they don't know who it is
****, don't shoot, it's me
Who the fuck Bagg gave two hundred-something thousand with four chains? ****, that's me
**** better watch who they post up with
**** better watch who they hanging with
**** better watch who they slanging with
Nine times outta ten, **** really a snitch
Bagg just called my phone, 30 said, "Where you at?" On the way
Let me put up this switch
Fox and 'em ready to do it, I just put a pack of gumbo on top of his shit
****
I don't care how you do it, but get on it
Right now, right now
Whatever it take, bake a cake, sic a bitch on him (Go)
It cost to go to war, you know that, don't it? (Huh?)
You lil' **** ain't got no money to beef with me, go get yo' big homie (****)
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' ****, 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)
Rock out with that chopstick (Chopstick)
Say they want some smoke, got whole pounds of this 'za shit (Pressure)
Lil' bro on some "Spin the block" shit (Brrt)
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, bitch
No knock, bitch
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 killin' stories
You ain't shot shit
Man, copycat, you doing that thing I do 'cause you a fan of me
In the 'Raq, one opp passed out the car, I call him New Year's Eve
Shorty get on my nerve, he think he Irv, he think he Murder Inc
I was in the trenches, I wash my shirt inside the kitchen sink
You a copycat, you do everything I do, let me see sumn'
Your baby momma think you a killer, but on the block, you ain't nothin'
I done fucked my eye up, took some months off, dude, he sub'n
Lucky, I ain't on the net 'cause I would have trolled then would have got rubbed in
I continue whenever I want, you know the trenches turn me up
See that's bro, but MoneyBagg Yo the first who gave me runtz
I be turnin' beats down, guarantee you hear this cup
See that choppa got that glock sound and I know you ain't gettin' up
Brrt, ah
Let's get it

Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White, Jr., Durk Banks, Cavon Paige & Taureon Hailey.

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