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9lokknine
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Jacquavius Smith
Songwriter
Jamell Demons
Songwriter
Rocco Valdes
Songwriter
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Rocco Did It Again!
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9lokknine
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Rocco did it again)
[Verse 2]
Oh, this bitch recording?
That's crazy, ha, yeah, slatt
You know, ugh, whole lot of gang shit
Bow, graow, bow, groaw, blatt
Ugh, slatt, slatt, hol' up, ugh, ugh, slatt, ugh
[Verse 3]
Blood walk, baby, this the blood walk, huh
I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh
.223's and MACs'll make you Blood walk
I can make any **** hit the Crip Walk
Crip Walk, I'ma let my hip talk
Put a .40 with the dicky, gotta kill up y'all
Click, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And the clip is see-ee-ee through
[Verse 4]
What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
Fuckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me
[Verse 5]
Detrimental, me and Glokk on your instrumental
I kill a **** and it really wasn't coincidental
Stop all that flaggin' shit, you just be on that actin' shit
No, I ain't with no cappin' shit and I ain't on no rappin' shit
No lackin', bitch, you know it ain't no lackin', bitch
I check any blood **** like, "Aye mane, what's brackin', bitch?"
I'm two floors up on you ****
I'm two floors up on you ****, yeah
[Verse 6]
What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
Fuckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me
[Verse 7]
I'm like blatt (Uh-huh) We don't never play, he get whacked, like
Tryna find his face, ain't no trace, ain't comin' back
G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (Oh yeah)
A MAC for your face-lift, rearrange your cap (Come here)
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap
Provide that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap
'Cause 'bout me, he'll take a ****'s feet off the map
Big B's who don't sleep, push a P, he get clapped
Two guns, that's the twin Glocks, I roger that part
Colder than a bitch, 'cause the bitch froze at that
Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back
Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, ****
[Verse 8]
What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
Fuckin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well, that does not mean shit to me
Got two on me, got two on me
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me
[Verse 9]
Big blatt like SuWoop, yeah
What you want? What do you want?
Aye, aye, big sticks for a punk, yeah
What he, what he see y'all?
Ugh, aye, aye, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah
Mmm-hmm, what he on, what he breathe, yeah
Aye, aye, I'm pushin' P's, he pushin' P's, yeah
Yeah, what it is and what it ain't
Aye aye, like a skunk, we leave him stank
Written by: Melly