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Like A Rocket
20
Hip-Hop/Rap
Like A Rocket was released on May 2, 2026 by Gettin It Off Records as a part of the album Like A Rocket - Single
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Release DateMay 2, 2026
LabelGettin It Off Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Giovanni Rasheed
Giovanni Rasheed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Giovanni Rasheed
Giovanni Rasheed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
99LA
99LA
Producer

Lyrics

I wanna go to L.A
Oh, are you doing magic?
Baby girl, she wanna ride me like a rocket
I got money in my pocket, best believe she gon' top it, yeah
She just on me cause my chain's kinda snotty
Heard I ball like Scottie, she wanna party like Molly
Told your bitch come here cause I heard she is a fan
When they say who got money in the club, you gon' raise your hand
For your life, it cost a dub, put you in the sand
Told these hoes I don't fuck with love, I can't hold your hand
She wanna fuck with her boss, Do you got what it cost
All I do is win, like I never lost
Send some shots to his chin, since he tried to rip me off
****, we is not twins, if you ain't really getting off
Spent some grands on the Benz and I only fuck with tens
Baby girl, bring your friends, you know the party never ends
Don't need to pretend, you know I do this cause I can
Heard your last **** mad, I'm just telling him he can't stand
Baby girl, she wanna ride me like a rocket
I got money in my pocket, bitch, really, she gon' top it, yeah
She just on me cause my chain's kinda snotty
Heard I ball like Scottie, she wanna party like Molly
Told your bitch come here cause I heard she is a fan
When they say who got money in the club, you gon' raise your hand
Fuck your life, it cost a dub, put you in the sand
I don't fuck with love, I can't hold your hand
Some things don't feel right, I need a bad bitch on a late night
Sorry I'm late for date night, I was tryna make sure my paint right
Baby, take your time with me and never take me for granted
If I break your heart, I'm just sorry it had to happen
I got Gucci on the fashion, I got bad bitches like pageants
I got moves like the Jacksons, I got hundreds in all of my
She like the sound of my voice, she want me to sing lullabies
Baby, we can have fun, but don't compare me to other guys
What's your fantasy, cause baby girl, I'm tryna see it
She know I'm number one, so baby girl, just best believe it
I don't deal with drama, if there's problems, bet I leave it
Bad bitches on my line, man, I feel conceited
Tell me what's your fragrance, she like Christian Dior
When we walk inside the mall, we just by the store
Freaking on your body till your legs so sore
She keep telling me to stop and I just give her more
Baby girl, she wanna rock me like a rocket
I got money in my pocket, best believe she gon' top it
Best believe she gon' top it
Written by: Giovanni Rasheed
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