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Quin Nfn - Rocket Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, nigga wanna throw it
Ayy, ayy, hol' on, nigga tryna throw it
Gang, gang, hol' on, ayy, fa, fa, fa
Gang, hol' on, gang, gang, gang, gang
BeatDemons in your field, bitch

[Chorus]
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'

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
Ayy, gang, hol' on