Moneybagg Yo features Lil Durk & YTB Fatt on the song, “Rock Out”

Date 2023-06-05

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music (Mp3 Download)

Moneybagg Yo releases the new “Rock Out” track with Lil Durk & YTB Fatt. Listen, stream, buy the track, read the lyrics to the piece produced by T-Head & Ronny J.

Moneybagg Yo recently shared his latest LP, titled, Hard To Love. He dropped the album yesterday, after providing fans with various singles ahead of the release. He announced the track list late last month, revealing various highly-anticipated collaborations. Collabs on the album include GloRilla, Future, Lil Durk, and more.

Listeners were eager to hear his collab with Chicago rapper Lil Durk, on the track “Rock Out.” Moneybagg Yo’s protégé YTB Fatt, who was recently signed to his record label Bread Gang, also appears on the song. Defined by fierce bars and a laid-back beat, “Rock Out” brings a classic sound to the new album.

In a recent appearance on Big Boy’s Neighborhood, Moneybagg Yo opened up about the sentiment behind his latest record. “People don’t come with good intentions [nowadays],” Moneybagg Yo explained. He went on to say that he has “trust issues” and has “been through a lot with the people that are close to [him.]” He claims, “That made me hard to love.”

Moneybagg Yo – Rock Out (ft. Lil Durk & YTB Fatt) (prod. T-Head & Ronny J)

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June 2, 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 CMG/N-Less/Interscope Records

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Lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt & Lil Durk]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Go, go
Nigga
Let’s get it, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Oh my god, Ronny)
Man, what?

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
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 (Brr)
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

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Come out right now, three hundred fighters outside
Rest of ’em down the street
Rock out with that chopstick, fuckin’ them up
Shit, niggas ain’t come like we
Maybach truck in the trenches, they don’t know, who is it?
Nigga, don’t shoot, it’s me
Who the fuck Bagg gave two-hundred-something thousand?
And four chains, nigga, that’s me
Niggas better watch who they postin’ with
Niggas better watch who they hangin’ with
Niggas better watch who they slangin’ with
Nine times out of ten, niggas rather just snitch
Bagg just called my phone, Durk said, “Where you at?”
On the way, let me put up this switch
Fox ‘nem ready to do it
I could just put a pack of Gumbo on top of your shit, nigga

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
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’ niggas ain’t got no money to beef with me, go get your big homie (Nigga)
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’ nigga, 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)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
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 (Brr)
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

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Man, copycat, you doin’ everything I do ’cause you a fan of me (Go, go)
In the ‘Raq, one opp passed out at the club, I called him New Years Eve (Grrah)
Shorty get on my nerve, he think he Irv, he think he murder ink (Let’s get it)
I was in the trenches, I washed my shirt inside the kitchen sink
You a copycat, you do everythin’ I do, let me see somethin’ (Come here, come here)
Baby mama think you a killer, but on the block you ain’t nothin’
I done fucked my eye up, took some months off, Doodie sub in (Yeah)
Lucky I ain’t on the ‘net ’cause I would’ve trolled, it would’ve got rubbed in
I can tell you whatever I want, you know the trenches turn me up
See that’s bro, but Moneybagg Yo the first who gave me Runtz
I could turn the beat down, it’s a guarantee you hear this cup
See, that chopper got that crack sound and I know he ain’t gettin’ up (Grrah, let’s get it)

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