Lyrics:
They be flodging
They just make shit up, they just lying
But you love it, huh
I think I just pulled up in my Lambo truck
I think I just pulled up in
denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs servin' up, it ain't even fourth of July
That's just how it is 'round here and we love it
We
on you
You're my rocket fuel, you're my sweet perfume
Bad like a stripper, but it ain't for show
You move it sick girl, love my flow
So I'll give you more
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Back from the dead like Frankenstein
German bitch want this, I said "nein"
If you gon' talk shit, it ain't slight
Gang like the park 'cause we love
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
up Scotty
Smoking that pressure this shit is Biscotti
Lately been drinking so I'm out my body
I'm by myself I ain't fearing nobody
Gas up my truck this
I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand
Then I'd go for a swim and start drinkin' again
Oh I'd break all the rules, just like I used
connect
Now I'm fully loaded, never sober, pills are never pressed
Open up the bottle, start to dump a bunch of percocet
My bitch love when I'm swerving,
ain't never had shit, running up that cash quick
Big bad, big bad, gotta have it
Turn up, turn up, for they back, bitch
Look up at they faces, they like
Well you’re leaving your mark
And the ink hasn’t even dried yet
You and your Rocket Heart
You’re just like I remember
You’re putting the pedal down
on me
On top of the cheese like the pepperoni
What you need let's get it poppin'
8 ball in the pocket
Take off with a L hit the rocket
I'm plugged in I'm
and it feels like I'm going too fast
Hoping that I do not crash, ayy, leaving my woes in the past
Bottles on bottles on bottles, why my girl look like
Lit Witty
850
Hahahahahahaaaaa
It's turn up time in this bitch
Like a turnip truck backed in
Swear to God I ain't gone Fit
Under God I am legit
Got
Yeah, we rolling like Rambo, covered in cammo
My truck's being born again
Can I get a amen?
It was well worth every single dollar
'Cause it makes
night yeah we sipping on some rocket fuel
Cup of the ice
Vodka by the liter
Don't it sound nice
Peggy Gou on the speaker
If you can't fight then you
we hit your condo
Got another friend with me
Named Whitney from Chicago
Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' ménage
The truck parked out from
The Chevy
VLIVE nigga, ten racks, yeah
For a stripper they- uh (Haha)
Too high feel like a rocket
(Yeah) , new Saint Laurent, I
Had to cop it (Uh, huh)
I'm in the H
looking, when I ride by,
Fire up the platinum cookies put it in the sky
I don't know these niggas, they don't know me either
And that's the way I like it, I
her best friend she styling yea
Luey V with the Double C in Club LIV with the bottle team
Bad hoes wanna swallow me I got two twins that's in love with
on and they really diamonds
Yeah I just made a play in Houston like I'm with the Rockets
Yeah I ain't going out my way if it ain't bouta profit
Only breaking
bitch look like a princess in my kingdom
Running up racks got my foot on the gas
You fuck with my guap put my foot in yo ass
This glock like a rocket I
can tell by the way she ride that stick,
That she ride that dick like a rodeo ehh
On top while I'm huggin' them thighs,
And you know I like looking
and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Well
Me and Foe Foe
We like ryden on your
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