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Rocket

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Rocket foi lançado em 27 de março de 2020 por TenThousand Projects, LLC como parte do álbum QUINCHO

Informações da música

Data de lançamento27 de março de 2020

SeloTenThousand Projects, LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM64

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Quin NFN

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Christopher Gomez

Christopher Gomez

Composição

Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.

Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.

Composição

Quinlan Sharif McAfee

Quinlan Sharif McAfee

Letra

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

CioMadeTheTrack

CioMadeTheTrack

Engenharia (masterização)

Beatdemons

Produção

Letra

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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