kashcpt – rockets lyrics
[verse 1]
i got venom when i’m in the ring
uh, b+tch beef i settle it
b+tch, hit the gas, i’m peddling
b+tches ain’t plural not unless you get a win
n+ggas ain’t gunning on a side until the end
n+gga dummy luck, luck, luck
dummy luck got your b+tch just to gimme sloppy top in the whip
b+tch, i don’t give a sh+t gli glitch
when we walking to the rider
can i get this get this, get this
watch your negative energy in the met
my n+ggas got intellect
i’m getting the money
pedalling and meddling like a vet
that track a tactic
my n+gga, attach these hours this world
i was always adapted run back the bag
we did this big sh+t
king sh+t, all my diamonds glitching
alright don’t let me get into it too quick
i do hits, my n+gga, i do sh+t
i print out the blueprint
[chorus]
b+tch i’m finessing on the phone
i think these b+tches think i’m c+cky
please don’t try my gang
my people riding round with rockets
woah, woah, woah, woah
west up in the pocket
dont know, do no talking
please don’t do no talking
[verse 2]
stunt on my vlog
b+tch saw a n+gga talk shut on my blog
don’t b+tch talk to it slob on my n0b
if i hit a l!ck to it, run up the dog
met a n+gga standing he a witness
didn’t say sh+t plead the fifth b+tch
i don’t like to say sh+t
n+ggas really snitch snitch
b+tch b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck or sh+t
b+tch well my n+ggas move this sh+t
big off this bl!ck sh+t, big sh+t
all my diamonds glitching
alright now let me get into it too quick
i do hits, my n+gga, i do sh+t
i print out the blueprint
been chilling at the house all the time
ay, opp swatch
n+gga these was op blocks
walking on the top, this the top top
n+gga no cha cha
walk around the beat and its hot hot
walking on lava
all in, i’m in it, i’m running it f+ck a limit
im wrecking a record guinness
the father son and the spirit
a witness i know you fear it
you hearing me still comparing me dawg
a b+tch is my critic, a critic the b+tch i’m hitting on
ima need more rock, ski slope
i just kilo, hunnid kilos
mary jane, i need the mary jane
i smoke up and mary cate
[chorus]
b+tch i’m finessing on the phone
i think these b+tches think i’m c+cky
please don’t try my gang
my people riding round with rockets
woah, woah, woah, woah
west up in the pocket
dont know, do no talking
please don’t do no talking
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