Rocket lyrics

by

Quin NFN


[Intro]
Uh, n*gga wanna throw it
Ayy, ayy, hol' on, n*gga tryna throw it
Gang, gang, hol' on
Ayy, fa, fa, fa
Gang, hol' on
Beat Demons in your ear, b*tch (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hol' on, gang, ayy

[Chorus]
I'm really strapped with that rocket
I was outside in the projects
Low-key, I was smart, could've went to a college
She tryna f*ck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young n*ggas goblins
I'm flyer than a b*tch, I don't need me a stylist
And I'm knee-deep in the 4 making private
Don't try to come stop it, my young n*ggas violent
Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
Whole lot of diamonds on me, b*tch, I'm shinin'
I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
I came from the dirt to the top where I'm climbin'
These n*ggas cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin'

[Verse 1]
Lost in the 4 with no motherf*ckin' guidance
Tony Hawk for that bread, b*tch, I'm motherf*ckin' grindin'
She tryna f*ck 'cause she see how I'm rockin'
Treat that boy like a doctor, pull up like I'm stalkin'
We wet his block with this Glock like Katrina
We pull up, like, "Fa fa," then we slide in the beamer
I see n*ggas shocked 'cause they wasn't believers
And now I'm on TV, they know I'm a creature, hol' on
I ride for my posse, rockin' Versace
My young n*ggas grimy, don't play 'cause they slimy
Lil' b*tch tryna top me, she gon' off a molly
Go get in that cat and get beat like karate
Roll a wood of gelati, I'm in my body
I ball like I'm Giannis, they know they can't stop me
We gon 'slide on his block with a stick like it's hockey
Louis V from the sneaks to the tee, b*tch, I'm c*cky
Bet not nobody move, hol' on, bet not nobody move
That n*gga old and we takin' his shoes
Since he want him a show, we put bro on the news
n*ggas talking like hoes 'cause they know what I do
He get chopped like a 'fro, hit his store with that tool
And I really want throat from the ho, then I'm through
Lot of n*ggas be broke, we got dough, I salute
[Chorus]
I'm really strapped with that rocket
I was outside in the projects
Low-key, I was smart, could've went to a college
She tryna f*ck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young n*ggas goblins
I'm flyer than a b*tch, I don't need me a stylist
And I'm knee-deep in the 4 making private
Don't try to come stop it, my young n*ggas violent
Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
Whole lot of diamonds on me, b*tch, I'm shinin'
I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
I came from the dirt to the top where I'm climbin'
These n*ggas cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin', gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2]
Hol' on, ayy, ayy, n*ggas keep cappin', ain't rhymin'
Ayy, b*tch, I'm too sick, need a sinus
Ayy, ayy, ayy, we go up with them diamonds
Ayy, b*tch, I'm too sick, need a virus
Ayy, we hit his block and rewind it
Ayy, I hit his block and rewind it
My young n*ggas goblins, don't play 'cause they slimy

[Outro]
Ayy, gang, hol' on
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