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Rocket
4.863
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rocket wurde am 27. März 2020 von TenThousand Projects, LLC als Teil des Albums QUINCHO veröffentlicht
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AlbumQUINCHO
Veröffentlichungsdatum27. März 2020
LabelTenThousand Projects, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gomez
Christopher Gomez
Composer
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Composer
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CioMadeTheTrack
CioMadeTheTrack
Mastering Engineer
Beatdemons
Beatdemons
Producer

Songtexte

Uh, **** wanna throw it
Ayy, ayy, hol' on, **** tryna throw it
Gang, gang, hol' on
Ayy, fa, fa, fa
Gang, hol' on
Beat Demons in your ear, bitch (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Hol' on, gang, ayy
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 fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young **** goblins
I'm flyer than a bitch, 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 **** 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, bitch, 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 **** cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin'
Lost in the 4 with no motherfuckin' guidance
Tony Hawk for that bread, bitch, I'm motherfuckin' grindin'
She tryna fuck '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 **** 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 **** grimy, don't play 'cause they slimy
Lil' bitch 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, bitch, I'm cocky
Bet not nobody move, hol' on, bet not nobody move
That **** old and we takin' his shoes
Since he want him a show, we put bro on the news
**** 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 **** be broke, we got dough, I salute (gang, gang, gang)
Hol' on, gang (gang)
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 fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
Ran off with his pack 'cause my young **** goblins
I'm flyer than a bitch, 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 **** 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, bitch, 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 **** cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin', gang, gang, gang
Hol' on, ayy, ayy, **** keep cappin', ain't rhymin'
Ayy, bitch, I'm too sick, need a sinus
Ayy, ayy, ayy, we go up with them diamonds
Ayy, bitch, 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 **** goblins, don't play 'cause they slimy
Ayy, gang, hol' on
Written by: Christopher Gomez, Mark Christopher Hardin Jr., Quinlan Sharif McAfee
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