Rockets

I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets

I'm out in Houston
Where they do it
Just exactly how I need it
Cartier right by that Webster
Guess I'm paying for convenience
Catch me at the bottom floor
That's If I'm stepping in that Neimans
I seen plenty trunks popped
And I seen friends turn to demons
It don't take a lot to get yo mind right and turn to genius
I seen elbows so wide
Even the curves act egregious
I seen boys touch a million
Wasn't no Regis
Catch me staying at the Post Oak
Or the 4 seasons
Bun B for president
Pimp C spirit for the speeches
FM 1093
I'm taking exit 8C
If anything I put that shit on
That was plan A and B
Work the wheel like ah g
White gold for the teeth
Johnny dang for the teeth
Galveston for the beach
I'm doing frenchys
I'm not picky
I just need a 5 piece
She wanna tell me she in love
I just need a dime piece
Late night swangin' in these streets

I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets
I feel like Im bout to buy the rockets



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