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-хоп
Date 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 |