Re Rock Lyrics – H1

Re Rock Lyrics by H1

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Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down
Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉

I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out gang, tryna find my drugs
Park that off, just under my genitals

Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down
Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉

I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out, gang tryna find my drugs
Pop that off, just under my genitals

Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
Where wеre you on a Friday night?
I bet you werе tryna get drunk
We was out in –

Tryna run up on guys and creep up on opps
I wet that down for broski
That’s my charge man, I call that love
You got gal on your mind, not money, that’s lust

Ever had feds intercept that glide and you went back ’round to tip off that block?
How you ain’t built like us?
They hop in a booth and they make this song to sort the same guys that bled up their guts
At age 14, that was us

Ballied up in a ride, tryna see who’s tough
If he didn’t trip up, then he would’ve caught luck
But he didn’t have none, so he still got 〈.?.〉
Thought he was bad, so we called his bluff

Blade in and out his top
I swear to see their boss
He ran in the shop, how we chased him in
Then he ran back out, silly man dashed off

In the backseat, ridin’ past – Street
In the cab reminiscing how I taped that block
Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down

Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉
I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out gang, tryna find my drugs

Park that off, just under my genitals
Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down

Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉
I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out, gang tryna find my drugs

Pop that off, just under my genitals
Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
Creeped up, tryna get there first
Bro said, who’s that?

Made the crowd disperse
Covered up to my eyes
Like tapped to my trainers
Balaclava, had to use my shirt

SE11, I’m still on the O
Not from O Block like Von or Durk
I don’t know why he still gives verbal
He must have forgot he got ripped out his shirt

Samurai come long, man grip that, back my Rambo, I’m swinging it first
Blood gets 〈.?.〉 on my blade inserts
Do it and take that turf
Just jumped in the booth and he scored no points

In his head, I don’t know how that works
In the bando, man know I get busy
Huh, y’know what I do with the dirt
You know I don’t wake and bake

I rise and grind
Only more than a strip
I’m tryna get paid
Opps get 〈.?.〉 like a two in a Q

Man chop that down with a kitchen blade
Feds knicked me for a GBH
Opposite -, yeah, I left that taped
I’ll spill redrum any time or day

Ballied up in a glide, I done that bait
Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down
Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉

I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out gang, tryna find my drugs
Park that off, just under my genitals

Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
Re rock the dust on the spoon, no rest
Bro take that risk, don’t stop till it lock down
Bait face wetters on the road, 〈.?.〉

I’ll hide my face, now I’ll cut my scoff
Get clocked by feds in a back road
Jump out, gang tryna find my drugs
Pop that off, just under my genitals

Smile on my face, cos’ they didn’t find none
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H1 Lyrics – Re Rock

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