trey, the stunna - rocket lyrics
[refrain: trey, the stunna]
woah
yeah, yeah
woah
[intro: trey, the stunna]
you know stunnatrey on beat, aye
[chorus: trey, the stunna]
i flew with a rocket and i flew with a stick
sh-t going crazy while i’m f-cking on your b-tch
ak-47 make that sh-t go crazy
n-ggas wanna hate when i’m chilling with the bro-skies
f-cking on your b-tch, now she going all stupid
n-gga i’m the sh-t, imma lover like cupid
feeling like harden, cause i’m going up like a rocket
slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket
[verse 1: trey, the stunna]
it’s hit-boy on that beat, cause you know that sh-t nasty
no stylish in this b-tch, cause i’m so f-cking fancy
my day ones gotta eat that’s bands and racks
shout out babyg that n-gga got my back
f-ck the fake ones i’m with my n-gga glizzy
in the studio we lit make that sh-t go crazy
i go hard in this b-tch, y’all keep f-cking hating
i’m hot in this b-tch, there ain’t no taming
shout out to my sons i know they f-cking listen
i switch the flow up, so more sneak dissing
you throw, you miss, so hop off my d-ck
new flow, i re brand, i’m different in this b-tch
[chorus: trey, the stunna]
i flew with a rocket and i flew with a stick
sh-t going crazy while i’m f-cking on your b-tch
ak-47 make that sh-t go crazy
n-ggas wanna hate when i’m chilling with the bro-skies
f-cking on your b-tch, now she going all stupid
n-gga i’m the sh-t, imma lover like cupid
feeling like harden, cause i’m going up like a rocket
slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket
[verse 2: trey, the stunna]
it’s hit boy on that beat, cause you know that sh-t nasty
no stylish in this b-tch, cause i’m so f-cking fancy
n-ggas wanna hate but not on sight though
got a couple shooters who ready to fight though
not a lot of n-ggas getting has hot has me
tryna do numbers like i just won the lottery
shout out to my n-gga babyg he can’t even top me
twenty-twenty is my year so even don’t despise me
n-gga imma pimp i got three b-tches in the back
one counting bands and a couple counting up stacks
getting so much heat, gotta keep it in my pocket
when twenty-twenty comes imma let it fly like a rocket
imma freestyle king, and imma do my thing
marry to the game, and imma need a ring
run up on me, make that choppa sing
they still wanna hate, when a n-gga tryna win
[chorus: trey, the stunna]
i flew with a rocket and i flew with a stick
sh-t going crazy while i’m f-cking on your b-tch
ak-47 make that sh-t go crazy
n-ggas wanna hate when i’m chilling with the bro-skies
f-cking on your b-tch, now she going all stupid
n-gga i’m the sh-t, imma lover like cupid
feeling like harden, cause i’m going up like a rocket
slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket
[outro: trey, the stunna]
b-tch!
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