Talladega Kniights

My name's Lil Røcket

And I'm a rapper

Whippin' the E
Causin' a scene

(Skrrt-Skrrt)

Yuh yuh
Ten-thousand dollars inside my Supreme
My time is money I'm chargin' a fee
Something on my probably double G
I don't sweat it if it's over east
I don't sweat it less it's over C's
It ain't happen if it's no receipts
I ain't going less I know the dets'
Out in London I can show the tweets
I'm outta the country you just outta money
Ooh
Getting what's coming
Single and handsome
Your girl probably want me
Uh
Don't be a dummy

Yeah
Blue hunnits' bussin' our my account
Think bout' money while I'm diggin' her out
You need a high but I never come down
L.A.I.D. Gang bout to bring down the house
These niggas loose lips brazy
She multi- like Mercedes
I count it up on the daily
L.A.I.D. winnin' ain't no maybe

Black out the Audi I'm flyin' the coop
You niggas is pagans you buying the juice
All these hunnits'
Hop on the plane
I get blitzed in abundance
I'm in my luggage
I'm shooting shots at whoever
Who want it

No time to die like I'm James Bond
I'm a new slave wit these chains on
I don't do small talk
Cut cost
Call offs
All cap
Big loss

I'm over invested
Every move on the checklist
I only go where the check is
No Plan B or exit
I swear these niggas is desperate
Turn my circle to a segment

And it ain't no way to bet if it ain't on me
Niggas get to trickin' David Blaine for free
If you ain't wit me in the kitchen
Then you ain't gone eat
When they playing lil røcket
Bet they press repeat
Beverly Center at Louis V
Pouring out Belaire while over seas
My cousin gamble in Ksubi jeans
Nigga this BAPE I don't do fatigue
What you smokin' on Kel
Mota
I gave your shawdy the bota
Pussy nigga looking roja
Gang way too deep for a close up

Black out the Audi I'm flyin' the coop
You niggas is pagans you buying the juice
All these hunnits'
Hop on the plane
I get blitzed in abundance
I'm in my luggage
I'm shooting shots at whoever
Who want it



Credits
Writer(s): Lerøy Xela
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