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rocket cartel – five lyrics

[verse 1: pyrex french]
kush so loud, leave you comatose and horrified
hp nugcraft smokin’ on that do or die
doors committin’ suicide, kurt cobain on neon rides
attract your b-tch to my ride like she’s p-ssy magnified
y’all spittin’ mad illiterate, i brought two kinds of sh-t
like i would buy it from you, stranger i was born with it
stackin’ up cream to support my habits
comas off lean while you wish you had it
fillmore warrior smashin’ on these college kids
make you the sidewalk, represent the ellis kids
incompetence will have you lookin’ like charleston
think nothing of it, i’m steady slingin’ on larkin
keep it crazy in the trunk like o’farrell
spittin’ lugs out my nuts, know i’m street feral
my brains blew like merrill, know i supply the teams
foul slangin’, matt ryan budget, i got good cream

[hook x2]
rollin’ on the 5, finger on the trigger
know i’m on the grind til i hit 11 figures
grippin’ woodgrain, figure 8s on the asphalt
sideways infinity, grape in the stash drawer

[verse 2: will money]
desert fulla windmills, sh-t’s so pastoral
b-tch rock a s-xy little thing in some coral
movin’ so fast it’s like i opened up a portal
feelin’ like the god of death, immoral immortal
always stay poised waitin’ for the camera to cl!ck
livin’ life and makin’ yours look as amateur as sh-t
hand on the stick-shift, she enamored with my d-ck
pull it over and show her i’m the commander of the cl-t
fashion plate chick like a mannequin with hips
stay relatable but i ain’t panderin’ to sh-t
them pies you tryna bake don’t hold a candle to my bricks
rocket cartel, we the california kings
she said she got that good, i’m like “can you be more specific?”
we finna take a walk, dip our sandals in the pacific
haters need to stop and just let me handle my business
magnificent b-st-rd in the fillmore or the mission

[verse 3: will money]
sippin’ ‘gnac out a bottle look like a stegosaurus
born just after easter, i put all my eggs in taurus
c-ck of the walk, top of the pecking order
grab turkey bags from arcata and ship ’em direct to florida
she got a dude but they incommunicado
and we cruisin’ through chicago in a new murcielago
that p-ssy tastin’ sweeter than a caramel macchiato
i’mma take her to key largo and then split her like tiago
hit her with the claymore, spillin’ ardbeg out the bottle
we be f-ckin’, dodgin’ rangers up on top of mount diablo
got more gold than el dorado, san francisco coronado
l!ckin’ on that cherry pink, that’s that perez prado

[hook x2]

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