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ROKOUT
Hip-Hop/Rap
ROKOUT was released on October 31, 2025 by toogoated ENT as a part of the album PLAY THIS AT THE END
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
Labeltoogoated ENT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TrapGio
TrapGio
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Cadiz
Steven Cadiz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raymundo
Raymundo
Engineer

Lyrics

Rock up, rock up
They think that I'm poppin
Put it on
I put it on
I put it on now
I put it on, I put it on now
She said put it on, I put it on now
I put it on, you put it on now
I been out the hood, don't mind me
Hop up out that car, you got a mop stick
I'm gon' fuck on her, but that is not my bitch
100 hoes, 100 hoes on the list
100 hoes, 100 hoes just want the drip
G.O. in the cut, you said that **** sick
I put down here them pills, I was feelin' sick
Fuckin' on your bitch, I guess that bitch is sick
Then that pussy voodoo, yeah, that shit a heck
I need that head of sex, I need you as ever next
I need all that shit forever, ever, ever, ever
Fuckin' on my sweater, they pullin' on my sweater
Crack on in the chair, ****, got it on now
You got the track, you got the track
We was servin' grams like Instagram
I was servin' gram for the gram
I done fucked that bitch, she got a man
I done got the Glock, he bout to stand
I just sip that Wocky, I can't stand
I was just leanin, I can't stand
Put the purse down, sleep on sand
G.O. in the trap, you got it up
****, in the cut, you got it up
Where the fuck the Wock at, need the pot
Where the fuck the Wock at, need the pot
I'm so hot, bitch, I could touch the sky
I'm so hot, bitch, I could touch the sky
I'm feelin' on that bitch, I touch her thighs
Just like the car, I got them red eyes
Red bean, red team, red cream
Red lean, red lean, red lean
Bad bitch, bad thing, bad thing
She a olive girl, she ain't really go to work
I don't know, she a stripper, I guess that bitch twerk
G.O, G.O, yeah, you such a jerk
Signed to the streets, ****, like we durk
Signed to the streets, ****, like we durk
If it ain't pain, it don't hurt
If it ain't pain, it don't hurt
If I die, ****, get a gold hearse
If I die, ****, get a gold hearse
I'm a rock star, yeah, like Kurt
I'm a rock star, like Nirvana
FNN hit it, ****, split his brain
I got all that weight, like race, like the grain
She was talkin' to me, I was on the game
She can't fuck on me, cause, yeah, she lame
Bitch, I'm just a beast, I'm a tame
Bitch, I'm just a beast, I'm a tame
Like an old man got a cane, like the cane, she off the cane
**** try to do that shit, we keep some K's, like the clan
Bitch, she's in the cut, you know they switchin' up the man
I was sleepin' every night, ****, you don't understand
What you sayin' now
What's your name now
What you sayin' now
What's your name now
Written by: Steven Cadiz
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