eddie fresco - pocketrocket lyrics
[intro]
b+tch i got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)
b+tch i got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
b+tch i got a pocket rocket
where they shoot you in your socket
every stage i’m on i rock it
make it hard for you to top it
i got options, i got [?]
f+ck a label, i’mma drop it
ain’t no way for you to stop it
all these f+ckin bombs i’m droppin’
b+tch i got a pocket rocket
where they shoot you in your socket
every stage i’m on i rock it
make it hard for you to top it
i got options, i got [?]
f+ck a label, i’mma drop it
ain’t no way for you to stop it
all these f+ckin bombs i’m droppin’
[verse: eddie fresco]
call it world war 3
chasing checks, no hide and seek
i got p+ssy, money, weed
and that’s just ’bout what i need
brushin’ up my pearly whites, still got a grill up on my t++th
bad lil’ shawty, she a freak
need a collar, need a leash
i said “wait, b+tch hold up, you can wait i need to blow up”
shawty used to turn me down
but now she f+ckin’ with my glow+up
i got numbers in my phone
so f+ck the talk and i don’t know ya
keep your problems to yourself
b+tch i’m gone and i can’t help
[chorus]
b+tch i got a pocket rocket
where they shoot you in your socket
every stage i’m on i rock it
make it hard for you to top it
i got options, i got [?]
f+ck a label, i’mma drop it
ain’t no way for you to stop it
all these f+ckin bombs i’m droppin’
[verse: chetta]
hol’ up
b+tch lemme clear my throat
two pain pills, think i need two more
two many [?], i don’t need no hoe
yeah, sh+t get real, b+tch don’t you know
my traphouse hot, [?]
i roll my [?] like fefifo
pass the hood with suicide doors
sippin’ on purple, that’s rain
they gon’ remember my name
remember my ways
i cannot really complain
but sh+t don’t be hittin’ the same
it’s written in vain
i look like [?]
it’s funny you say
[chorus]
b+tch i got a pocket rocket
where they shoot you in your socket
every stage i’m on i rock it
make it hard for you to top it
i got options, i got [?]
f+ck a label, i’mma drop it
ain’t no way for you to stop it
all these f+ckin bombs i’m droppin’
b+tch i got a pocket rocket
where they shoot you in your socket
every stage i’m on i rock it
make it hard for you to top it
i got options, i got [?]
f+ck a label, i’mma drop it
ain’t no way for you to stop it
all these f+ckin bombs i’m droppin’
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