| Uh, nigga wanna throw it
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| Ayy, ayy, hol' on, nigga tryna throw it
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| Gang, gang, hol' on
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| Ayy, fa, fa, fa
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| Gang, hol' on
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| Beat Demons in your ear, bitch (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
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| Hol' on, gang, ayy
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| I’m really strapped with that rocket
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| I was outside in the projects
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| Low-key, I was smart, could’ve went to a college
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| She tryna fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
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| Ran off with his pack 'cause my young niggas goblins
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| I’m flyer than a bitch, I don’t need me a stylist
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| And I’m knee-deep in the 4 making private
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| Don’t try to come stop it, my young niggas violent
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| Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
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| No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
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| Whole lot of diamonds on me, bitch, I’m shinin'
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| I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
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| I came from the dirt to the top where I’m climbin'
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| These niggas cappin', they rappin', ain’t rhymin'
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| Lost in the 4 with no motherfuckin' guidance
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| Tony Hawk for that bread, bitch, I’m motherfuckin' grindin'
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| She tryna fuck 'cause she see how I’m rockin'
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| Treat that boy like a doctor, pull up like I’m stalkin'
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| We wet his block with this Glock like Katrina
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| We pull up, like, «Fa fa,» then we slide in the beamer
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| I see niggas shocked 'cause they wasn’t believers
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| And now I’m on TV, they know I’m a creature, hol' on
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| I ride for my posse, rockin' Versace
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| My young niggas grimy, don’t play 'cause they slimy
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| Lil' bitch tryna top me, she gon' off a molly
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| Go get in that cat and get beat like karate
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| Roll a wood of gelati, I’m in my body
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| I ball like I’m Giannis, they know they can’t stop me
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| We gon 'slide on his block with a stick like it’s hockey
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| Louis V from the sneaks to the tee, bitch, I’m cocky
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| Bet not nobody move, hol' on, bet not nobody move
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| That nigga old and we takin' his shoes
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| Since he want him a show, we put bro on the news
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| Niggas talking like hoes 'cause they know what I do
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| He get chopped like a 'fro, hit his store with that tool
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| And I really want throat from the ho, then I’m through
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| Lot of niggas be broke, we got dough, I salute
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| I’m really strapped with that rocket
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| I was outside in the projects
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| Low-key, I was smart, could’ve went to a college
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| She tryna fuck and give knowledge, I make a lot of deposits
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| Ran off with his pack 'cause my young niggas goblins
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| I’m flyer than a bitch, I don’t need me a stylist
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| And I’m knee-deep in the 4 making private
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| Don’t try to come stop it, my young niggas violent
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| Reloading this GAT, hit his block and we poppin'
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| No need for a wallet, them racks in my pocket
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| Whole lot of diamonds on me, bitch, I’m shinin'
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| I got it from treasures, but shout out to Johnny
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| I came from the dirt to the top where I’m climbin'
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| These niggas cappin', they rappin', ain’t rhymin', gang, gang, gang
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| Hol' on, ayy, ayy, niggas keep cappin', ain’t rhymin'
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| Ayy, bitch, I’m too sick, need a sinus
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, we go up with them diamonds
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| Ayy, bitch, I’m too sick, need a virus
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| Ayy, we hit his block and rewind it
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| Ayy, I hit his block and rewind it
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| My young niggas goblins, don’t play 'cause they slimy
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| Ayy, gang, hol' on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocket , by - Quin Nfn. Song from the album QUINCHO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп