Hot Pocket
Now I'm back at it
Know what you gone say on the scene, now I'm back at it (oh craftmatic)
Aye, yeah (nah craftmatic)
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
I'm so addicted to gambling I'm on my craps and shit
I'm so addicted to money so I'm Mr. Krabs n' shit
All of this money can make you real fake on some plastic shit
Don't bend or break, do not fade, you was made to a savage bitch
Now you got a baddie, so you cannot panic
Sister panoramic stepped up with the Patek
You so fuckin ratchet, on god that's no cappin'
Now I'm skippin' rocks cuz I just got so bored of rappin'
Walk the spot or talk the talk
Lil baby wanted to park to fuck
Oh shit that's sick, I might forget
The dollar menu for the chick to hit
So slip the pick, and pick the bitch
She fakin' Gucci in that counterfeit
I do admit, we didn't cool it
Outta that bitch like lickety split
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
It's been bout 10 minutes homie can you pass it
I'm just tryna kick it witchu hacky sack it
I go buyin' diamond carrots flyin' roger rabbit
Don't take shit too seriously you gone wish you had it
Woah, wasn't born in 80's but I'm feelin' bad
Woah, so bitch turn up the microphone a tad
Woah, this one won't have you all feelin' real sad
Woah, gotta think back all the shit that you had
They say I could, they say I should
Paid all away so you really real good
Now walk the spot or talk the talk
I didn't want anyone takin' the fall
So slip the pick and pick the bitch
She fakin' Gucci in that counterfeit
I do admit, I had that bitch lit
Now I can't stop makin' all of these hits
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
Know what you gone say on the scene, now I'm back at it (oh craftmatic)
Aye, yeah (nah craftmatic)
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
I'm so addicted to gambling I'm on my craps and shit
I'm so addicted to money so I'm Mr. Krabs n' shit
All of this money can make you real fake on some plastic shit
Don't bend or break, do not fade, you was made to a savage bitch
Now you got a baddie, so you cannot panic
Sister panoramic stepped up with the Patek
You so fuckin ratchet, on god that's no cappin'
Now I'm skippin' rocks cuz I just got so bored of rappin'
Walk the spot or talk the talk
Lil baby wanted to park to fuck
Oh shit that's sick, I might forget
The dollar menu for the chick to hit
So slip the pick, and pick the bitch
She fakin' Gucci in that counterfeit
I do admit, we didn't cool it
Outta that bitch like lickety split
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
It's been bout 10 minutes homie can you pass it
I'm just tryna kick it witchu hacky sack it
I go buyin' diamond carrots flyin' roger rabbit
Don't take shit too seriously you gone wish you had it
Woah, wasn't born in 80's but I'm feelin' bad
Woah, so bitch turn up the microphone a tad
Woah, this one won't have you all feelin' real sad
Woah, gotta think back all the shit that you had
They say I could, they say I should
Paid all away so you really real good
Now walk the spot or talk the talk
I didn't want anyone takin' the fall
So slip the pick and pick the bitch
She fakin' Gucci in that counterfeit
I do admit, I had that bitch lit
Now I can't stop makin' all of these hits
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
Hot pocket, now you rock rock it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
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Writer(s): Tyler Paisley
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