lirik lagu rocket – quin nfn
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 f*ck and give knowledge
i make a lot of deposits
ran off with his pack cuz my young n*ggas goblins
i’m flyer than a b*tch i don’t need me a stylist
they got me deep in the 4 making private
don’t try to come stop it my young n*ggas violent
reloading this gat. hit his block and we poppin
no need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
whole lotta diamonds on me b*tch i’m shining
i got it from treasures but shout out to johnny
i came from the dirt to the top where i’m climbing
these n*ggas capping they rapping ain’t rhyming
lost in the 4 with no m’f*ckin guidance
tony hawk for that bread b*tch i’m m’f*ckin grinding
she tryna f*ck cuz she see how i’m rocking
she said boy like a doctor pull up like i’m stockings
we wet his block with this glock like katrina
we pull up fah fah then we slide in the beamer
these n*ggas shocked cuz they wasn’t believers
but now i’m on tv they know i’m a creature
i ride for my posse. rocking versace
my young n*ggas grimy. don’t play cuz they slimy
lil b*tch tryna top me. she gone off a molly
go get in that cat and get beat like karate
roll a wood of gelatti. i’m in my body
i ball like i’m ganni. 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 b*tch i’m c*cky
bet not n0body move. bet not n0body move
that n*gga old and we taking his shoes
since he want him a show we put bro on the news
n*ggas talking like how cuz they know what i do
he get chopped like ‘froh, hit his store with that tool
i really wan throat from the hoe then i’m through
lotta n*ggas get broke, we got dough i salute
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 f*ck and give knowledge
i make a lot of deposits
ran off with his pack cuz my young n*ggas goblins
i’m flyer than a b*tch i don’t need me a stylist
they got me deep in the 4 making private
don’t try to come stop it my young n*ggas violent
reloading this gat. hit his block and we poppin
no need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
whole lotta diamonds on me b*tch i’m shining
i got it from treasures but shout out to johnny
i came from the dirt to the top where i’m climbing
these n*ggas capping they rapping ain’t rhyming
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