Rocket Lyrics

I need a milli in my pocket

Putting up shots, you can't block it

Always had to go and up the profit, uh

We going up like a rocket

I'm going up, I see where the top is

Big body Jeep, bitch, you can't stop it

You got the glocky but you not gon' pop it

Spitting these verses, kind of feeling like a prophet

Made a lot of moves

Why would I take one fucking step backwards

Pull in a SRT, this ain't a Traverse

Ain't no free feature, I need me a bag first

Need this shit right now, I can't get it after

Brand new SRT, this one my stabber

Uh, in a Rolls Royce Ghost, no Casper

Talking bout me, bitch, you sound like a capper

Talking bout me, bitch, you just looking stupid

Yeah, finna knock you out like Cruz did, uh

Fast ass whips been cruising, uh

Got that bag, can't lose it

Oh shit, I love the blue strips

I'm in a rari and bitch I been boosting

You drop a album but bitch I been snoozing

Choppa hit you, it say how is you doing

Choppa we point it at yo damn medulla

You can get smoked, no hookah

Yeah, bitch, I'm all about that mula

Go take a jet right to Bermuda

You just a fan, you not a shooter

Ain't got one band, you is a loser

I do what you can't, bitch, I'm the future

Donny my mans, that's the producer

We getting money, that shit the mission

Running shit up, keep repetition

This shit too easy I count it, I add it up just like addition

You ain't on none, you just bitching

We been cooking up, not in no kitchen

Hope you stay down, yeah, I hope you not switching

Snap too hard but it's just the beginning

Give us some time, we will all be winning

I need a milli in my pocket

Putting up shots, you can't block it

Always had to go and up the profit, uh

We going up like a rocket

I'm going up, I see where the top is

Big body Jeep, bitch, you can't stop it

You got the glocky but you not gon' pop it

Spitting these verses, kind of feeling like a prophet

Ain't no lil broing me, uh

Do you know what fucking whip we in

You cannot hoe this Jeep

Bringing shit in like groceries

Do you know who the fuck you is

Bro, you is not close to me, uh

When I get bored I'ma drop some racks right up in Dover street, yeah, yeah

Y'all the ones starving, we fed

Kicking back, yeah, we known just to overeat

Ain't no Mimosa drinks, bro sipping lean and shit

Rare ass whip, you ain't even seen this shit

Come through, pull up, make the big body scream and shit

Too many racks, feel like I'm dreaming, bitch

Yo lil ass probably dream of this

I get the clinch then I knee his ribs

I'm rocking Lenci, you ain't ever seen the drip

You probably rocking Adidas kicks

You probably always gon' be a bitch