Rocket
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
I play with words so its something like soduku
They way he talk ill rather have the corners soowoup you
Screamin blood this blood that bitch you aint my blood facts
He screamin what he does but all that was was just all cap
I hate the ones that act hard aint living like that
I spin his block scream fuck the opps im spining right back
Cah cah bitch splat he hit dont know who did that
He screaming trana get back im shootin trana dead that
Cuz all i heard was dead the beef
He bakin let me season hem
The pastor need to preach for hem
His dog gone need a leash for hem
Sayin rip that nigga name i hope he keep it peacefully
Soon as he try to reach for hem i sent him up he reaching hem
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
I play with words so its something like soduku
They way he talk ill rather have the corners soowoup you
Screamin blood this blood that bitch you aint my blood facts
He screamin what he does but all that was was just all cap
I hate the ones that act hard aint living like that
I spin his block scream fuck the opps im spining right back
Cah cah bitch splat he hit dont know who did that
He screaming trana get back im shootin trana dead that
Cuz all i heard was dead the beef
He bakin let me season hem
The pastor need to preach for hem
His dog gone need a leash for hem
Sayin rip that nigga name i hope he keep it peacefully
Soon as he try to reach for hem i sent him up he reaching hem
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
Herd he talkin out his top again
When i send shots he drops from twin glocks learn to alaways keep a rocket
This fa niggas alaways talkin outta pocket
You dont really want that beef why dont you drop it top again
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Writer(s): Rysheed Hayes
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