Pocket Rocket - Kiree 3600: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Pocket Rocket

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Pocket Rocket adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak createwiththeperfectplay tarafından 6 Ocak 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıBlockstarr

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBlockstarr

Çıkış Tarihi6 Ocak 2021

Firmacreatewiththeperfectplay

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM136

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

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

Producer

William Artis

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Samuel Melendez

Samuel Melendez

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

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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