OverTyme Simms - Rock Wit It Lyrics

You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah
You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah
So when you walk with it, don't stop with it Just walk with it, don't stop with it
So when you walk with it, don't stop with it Just walk with it, just walk with it

Now can I kick it? Oh yes I can It's the young one giving them them tracks again
Fell back for a minute, I got tired of track I know I'm wearing hip-hop, cause the bounce is back
Yeah, I'm something like the god of rap And you can find me wherever your body's at
I'm on that rockstar mentality, style on a million And I stay fly, girl, higher than a building

Beatin' like a snare, rockin' like a 808 Heartbreak will fade away, but I'ma be here all day
I'm the smoothest dude, overtime is the clockwork Can't go without me, man, can't you stop the clock first
And I know it's clockwork, time in the hand Gonna ask your girl, man, I rock and roll like the band
Silly, I know, cause I be on my flytips Star-structured hoodie, new face, that's all I get

You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah
You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah You gotta walk with it, rock with it, yeah
So when you walk with it, don't stop with it Just walk with it, don't stop with it
So when you walk with it, don't stop with it Just walk with it, just walk with it

It's overtime, star-shootin' like a harpoon All they can say is, and he made it like a cartoon
And he hit it jam-packed like a carpool Grab your snacks, the show bout to start soon
Yeah, I do it, that's what I do Gorilla in this game, yeah, I'm jumpin' out the zoo
A beast on the track, just beatin' on my chest I ain't talkin' bout guns or no bulletproof vest

I'm talkin' bout this party, yeah, I like to party Sorry that I leave your mans lookin' sloppy
Like, Joe, so Joe, why you hatin' on me? I'm just tryna get paper homies
So just move back to the back of the club while I be dancin
I'm tryna get it in, shorty lookin' at me And I hope she bring her friends

Turn the rock track to a party track To a hard track, tell that DJ bring it back like
You gotta walk with it, walk with it, yeah You gotta walk with it, walk with it, yeah
Yeah man, that's just how it was
Anything I did, anything I touched turned green

They call me Myers
I am that king
I am the king
Of black eyed music

Cause I don't just make it to dance
I make it to party
I make it to rock
I make it for you

Close the curtain
Walk with the king
Walk, walk with the king
Yeah

Stand up
Wherever you at right now
Stand up and walk
Just let your head go to the left, to the right

Your body go with it
You gotta walk with it