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Pocket Rocket
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pocket Rocket wurde am 6. Januar 2021 von createwiththeperfectplay als Teil des Albums Blockstarr veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum6. Januar 2021
Labelcreatewiththeperfectplay
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM136

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daylan Kiree Bates
Daylan Kiree Bates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daylan Kiree Bates
Daylan Kiree Bates
Mastering Engineer
Elijah Karim Wilkerson
Elijah Karim Wilkerson
Mixing Engineer
Urban Keyz
Urban Keyz
Producer
William Artis
William Artis
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Samuel Melendez
Samuel Melendez
Producer

Songtexte

I was a rockstar out in Beverly Hills
Off the za, I might blast off, I like how it feel
These **** be trash talk til dat boy get killed
We gon just pop that lil boy like a Benadryl
I just fucked a white bitch like R.I.P Emmett Till
I'ma just skuda duda pull up, show him how semi feel
These **** be cap, ain’t really on shit for real
Keep asking me how I know
I’m in the whip with my neck on glow
She walked in the trap and it look like snow
Boy don’t come in, boy you copping
You might just meet this pocket rocket
You like 123 cause boy you not it
When I put this drip on you know I'ma pop it
It's one in the head I don't even gotta cock it
These **** hate but they copy
These **** hate but they pussy
Smoking gelato got this shit from cookies
Ain’t no killer but you better not push me
Some bang wit B's some bang with Tookie
I put the K in the bottle and shook it
Then I dish it off, **** I ain’t no rookie
We gon send shots if the boys keep looking
Then we running cause they can’t book us
Then we running cause we can’t go to jail
Feel like God got me, woke up out of hell
I just woke up and ran straight to the mail
Free Molly Yocket, know he gon post bail
I need Johnny Dang to make my mouth gleam
We been drunk as hell off the green lean
My Chinese plug name Ling Ling
I just served him dummy he a string bean
I just served him dummy and I got his ass gone
If the bitch ain't fucking I'ma send her ass home
**** this real zaza everything be strong
I’m with Lil Qeel, he tryna roll up a bone
Lil bitch tryna get up in my zone
I’m high as a bitch like the sky zone
Wanna talk about numbers than right on
Wanna talk about numbers then I got my
I was a rockstar out in Beverly Hills
Off the za, I might blast off, I like how it feel
These **** be trash talk til dat boy get killed
We gon just pop that lil boy like a Benadryl
I just fucked a white bitch like R.I.P Emmett Till
I'ma just skuda duda pull up, show him how semi feel
These **** be cap, ain’t really on shit for real
Keep asking me how I know
I’m in the whip with my neck on glow
She walked in the trap and it look like snow
Boy don’t come in, boy you copping
you might just meet this pocket rocket
You like 123 cause boy you not it
When I put this drip on you know I'ma pop it
It's one in the head I don't even gotta cock it
These **** hate but they copy
These **** hate but they
Written by: Daylan Kiree Bates
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