AC/DC Lyrics

Yeah

Rock out like AC/DC

Givenchy my shirt, this not DC

Tell these rappers they cannot be me

Tell that hoe, she cannot see me

Vegetarian hoe, tell her eat meat

Talkin' online pull up 3D

Stackin' that guap since 3G

Makin' a hit man it's easy

Off the rip, she ride like a bike

I talk in the mic, I make it look easy

Take a trip, I'm high as a kite

Pour 4 in a sprite

My diamonds on fiji

And you know that whip Lamborghini

It's blue like a genie

I'm rockin' that CC, yuh

I got an FN no BB, yuh

Spin on yo' block like a CD, yuh

Ay, run all these racks up

If I catch a lil opp he gon' back up

I got hittas wit' me in that black truck

Please do not act up

We finna blatt stuff

Rockin' dat black stuff

I'm in that hawk like damn, try catch us

Double my cup need some red, like ketchup

I'm finna hop in my bed, need rest up

We up now not next up, yuh

No I don't check my phone

Diamonds on big, king kong

100 round drum we shootin' for fun

I told em' leave me lone

100 round drum we shootin' for fun

I told em' leave me - lone

Rock out like AC/DC

Givenchy my shirt, this not DC

Tell these rappers they cannot be me

Tell that hoe, she cannot see me

Vegetarian hoe, tell her eat meat

Talkin' online pull up 3D

Stackin' that guap since 3G

Makin' a hit man it's easy