Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocket, artist - Quin Nfn. Album song QUINCHO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |