Rocket

Uh, nigga wanna throw it Ayy, ayy, hol' on, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga old and we takin' his shoes Since he want him a show, we put bro on the news Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas cappin', they rappin', ain't rhymin', gang, gang, gang Hol' on, ayy, ayy, niggas 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 niggas goblins, don't play 'cause they slimy Ayy, gang, hol' on