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srt len - wocky rocket lyrics

[verse]
yea, i got wockhardt
(huh) i ain’t talking bout the drank, the rocket push start
hitting different b+tches in the wocky, it got my p+ss dark
running from a all black ford, you hear the engine barking
that’s the sound of the torch, you hear the pistions on it
i can’t let my mans whip the beamer, he might crash or sum
yea, it was twin turbo inline, i threw a single on it
twelve hundred horses to the wheel, i heard the cradle thumping
used to fight n+ggas back in school, now the arp dump him
yea
all purple m4, that’s the wocky rocket
always liked chains as a boy, i stuck one in a socket
f+ck bеing quiet on the drill, you hear thе car popping
yea and that’s real sh+t
50k in all blues, that 5 gold strips
don’t question me bout yo brothers scat, that b+tch already stripped
in the whip was looking for my pole, it fell when i drift
don’t try no crazy sh+t, you feel that heat like chymida p+ss
i’m finna drift today
take the beamer outta aw and put that b+tch in race
remember when i bought the hawk, og said go buy a wraith
smack the b+tch like chris rock, and treat the hoe like andrew tate
the rolex on my wrist in photos, d+mn near make the camera shake
she in my face, i’m smiling, diamond grills it had me feeling safe
i pulled her tracks, i told the stupid b+tch, you shoulda bought a lace
the stars inside the beamer on the ceiling look like outer sp+ce
from the d, not detroit, but still gone make that draco bang
out in cali, wit a zip of yea, but never smoked the bag
the way i treat a n+gga like its warzone, push his helmet back
still acting like i’m new with h+llcats, don’t know how to act
put that b+tch in custom, no traction control and roll it back
hanging out my driver side window, her ass all in my mask
the torch never fill up with that bullsh+t, using racing gas
she tryin throw that p+ssy, give me neck, or ima have to pass
see the tail lights on this b+tch this a csl
f+ck dsp is what i rep, i put it on my bail
(yea) you ain’t talking bout no check, then i don’t know how to spell
direct injection on the left, but to the right it’s another rail
yea she a bad b+tch, she ain’t f+cking then she past tense
bad b+tches hanging in the section, all fat sh+t
yea bro the uconnect don’t work then why u asking
hoes in my backseats, passenger princess was my mac+10
(huh)
so i had to up the pole and make him back step
yea this a big single turbo it sound like sp+ce x
b+tch we just f+cking like we friends, don’t do relations
(yea) waiting on my tunner send a rev, i’m losing patience
yea that down pipe tune on your audibit ain’t doing sh+t
almost hit m2 inside the beamer, made the tires slip
f+ck a n+gga b+tch for 3 weeks straight it had him posting “rip”
(huh) new kit around my neck it cost like half a brick
chain cost half a brick

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