Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Uh, let's all have faith, yo
Money every day when you stackin' all this bread
You stand tall
Call me Kyle cause I'm gettin' richer
While I'm prayin' on your downfall
Ain't goin' home when I'm up on the go
When it's off of the dome and it's off the Patron
And I'm feelin' so hot when the haters are not
When it's up and I'm showin', I'm flashin' recording
I'm sippin' champagne when I'm up on the boat
And I run with the crowd when I aim for the dome
When I empty the clip and I bust in your home
Bust in your house if you actin' too hot
Keepin' you in cause you speakin' too loud
Act like the mouse and we carry the pouch
With a dollar sign on it, you know what we about
Keep it around when they runnin' the town
And they takin' our stuff and we holdin' it down
Eyes to the ground, bullets into the sky
It's a suicide mission, you run it you die
Takin' his shit, but you know we gon' slide, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
I'm finna drop, yeah
Rock, Rock
Nigga why'd the beat stop
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Zay's fire bro
Y'all ain't ready for him to pop off, bro
Cause this is just the beginning
This is the beginning, bro
Nah, bro, because every time Zay posts, bro
It's like a gift from Santa, bro
ZAYEKO! - ROCK (feat. loverboyy) Lyrics
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Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Uh, let's all have faith, yo
Money every day when you stackin' all this bread
You stand tall
Call me Kyle cause I'm gettin' richer
While I'm prayin' on your downfall
Ain't goin' home when I'm up on the go
When it's off of the dome and it's off the Patron
And I'm feelin' so hot when the haters are not
When it's up and I'm showin', I'm flashin' recording
I'm sippin' champagne when I'm up on the boat
And I run with the crowd when I aim for the dome
When I empty the clip and I bust in your home
Bust in your house if you actin' too hot
Keepin' you in cause you speakin' too loud
Act like the mouse and we carry the pouch
With a dollar sign on it, you know what we about
Keep it around when they runnin' the town
And they takin' our stuff and we holdin' it down
Eyes to the ground, bullets into the sky
It's a suicide mission, you run it you die
Takin' his shit, but you know we gon' slide, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
I'm finna drop, yeah
Rock, Rock
Nigga why'd the beat stop
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Zay's fire bro
Y'all ain't ready for him to pop off, bro
Cause this is just the beginning
This is the beginning, bro
Nah, bro, because every time Zay posts, bro
It's like a gift from Santa, bro
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Uh, let's all have faith, yo
Money every day when you stackin' all this bread
You stand tall
Call me Kyle cause I'm gettin' richer
While I'm prayin' on your downfall
Ain't goin' home when I'm up on the go
When it's off of the dome and it's off the Patron
And I'm feelin' so hot when the haters are not
When it's up and I'm showin', I'm flashin' recording
I'm sippin' champagne when I'm up on the boat
And I run with the crowd when I aim for the dome
When I empty the clip and I bust in your home
Bust in your house if you actin' too hot
Keepin' you in cause you speakin' too loud
Act like the mouse and we carry the pouch
With a dollar sign on it, you know what we about
Keep it around when they runnin' the town
And they takin' our stuff and we holdin' it down
Eyes to the ground, bullets into the sky
It's a suicide mission, you run it you die
Takin' his shit, but you know we gon' slide, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yeah, Rock, Rock, Rock
I'm finna drop, yeah
Rock, Rock
Nigga why'd the beat stop
How do I change? How do I pull up from range
These bullets be goin' to your brain
These psychedelics make me goin' insane
The way I be smoking I got ice in my veins
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sane
She blowin' up my phone and actin' like I'm bout to change
Niggas be askin
ZAYEKO!, how do you do it
Nigga, I'm just inhumane
Bitch ass nigga callin' my phone and sayin
Nigga, what the f*ck's he playin'
Yuh, Yuh, I'm gonna swerve in a ring
Huh, this bitch wanna come back to me
She forgot she tested her luck in the eight ball
Oh, she cryin' on the phone and kickin' her legs
She knew this was the last call
Zay's fire bro
Y'all ain't ready for him to pop off, bro
Cause this is just the beginning
This is the beginning, bro
Nah, bro, because every time Zay posts, bro
It's like a gift from Santa, bro
Writer: Frank Barbieri, Isaiah Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid