Rockcraft by MadFrickingBro Lyrics
[Intro]
Alright bro
This song curses a lot
So like, put your earbuds in
Pause it now
Yeah I'ma have to fix it
I'ma fix the cursing for sure
But this what I got right now
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay
[Verse 1]
I be spittin' up these bars
I'ma kick your ass to Mars
I'ma pull up to your crib
And the party ain't gon' start
FBI on my ass
I just need a fucking chance
I just need some fucking cash
You a motherfucking treesh
I'ma bring some fucking peace
Take it up with your douches
I'ma beat yo' lil ass
Don't make me walk up on you
Bitches shakin' in their wits
When the brown boys pull up
We the kings of the party
We get fucking turnt up
Bitches on our Gucci belt
Fuckin' with the damn opps
You know we can't fuck with that
So push them to the side
Send her to the fucking streets
If you know that bitch lie
Ay. yuh. ay
[Verse 2]
The opps be lurkin' 'round
Tryna find the fuckin' cash
We gon' fuck those niggas up
And catch their damn bod
We tear them to the ground
When they wanna fuck with us
They turn their ass around
When they see us in the block
Make sure you run away
When these brown boys in the club
Cuz we bring the fucking vibe
To the motherfucking house
I messed up on that part though
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh
[Verse 3]
Ron, Bishwa, and Barn
The brown boys have the vibe
You can't really fuck with us
Cuz we got the fucking crown
We gon' party at the beach
Till we see the fucking tide
We gon' fuck a nigga up
If we know that he lie
Back at it with the trio
We gon' see you next time
So keep yo' ass alert
Cuz we comin' for yo' life
Alright bro
This song curses a lot
So like, put your earbuds in
Pause it now
Yeah I'ma have to fix it
I'ma fix the cursing for sure
But this what I got right now
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh, ay
[Verse 1]
I be spittin' up these bars
I'ma kick your ass to Mars
I'ma pull up to your crib
And the party ain't gon' start
FBI on my ass
I just need a fucking chance
I just need some fucking cash
You a motherfucking treesh
I'ma bring some fucking peace
Take it up with your douches
I'ma beat yo' lil ass
Don't make me walk up on you
Bitches shakin' in their wits
When the brown boys pull up
We the kings of the party
We get fucking turnt up
Bitches on our Gucci belt
Fuckin' with the damn opps
You know we can't fuck with that
So push them to the side
Send her to the fucking streets
If you know that bitch lie
Ay. yuh. ay
[Verse 2]
The opps be lurkin' 'round
Tryna find the fuckin' cash
We gon' fuck those niggas up
And catch their damn bod
We tear them to the ground
When they wanna fuck with us
They turn their ass around
When they see us in the block
Make sure you run away
When these brown boys in the club
Cuz we bring the fucking vibe
To the motherfucking house
I messed up on that part though
Ay, yuh, ay, yuh
[Verse 3]
Ron, Bishwa, and Barn
The brown boys have the vibe
You can't really fuck with us
Cuz we got the fucking crown
We gon' party at the beach
Till we see the fucking tide
We gon' fuck a nigga up
If we know that he lie
Back at it with the trio
We gon' see you next time
So keep yo' ass alert
Cuz we comin' for yo' life