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ROCKET
by Vert Blanco
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He spoke on my bro then that boy got poked
Like damn that's a dumb way to go
Spinning with Jaydin you know that's my bro
If I pass him the chop then you know he gon' blow
She like Blanco baby you the goat
If it's brick outside then I flock through the coat
When you hear the clappin' know who did that
Brody got hit we put him on a shit bag
And I know that these niggas won't get back
Beyblade, pass me the knock I'ma rip that
Stop it, not with the talking, chit chat
Rocket, I got it on me, click that
Bop it, she feeling naughty, split that
And she ain't gon' line me that treesh know I'm clicking
Brody got robbed, that's why he bitching
And his mans got popped from all of the spinning
Like let's get it on, I thought you was with it
Spin on my doly, like I'm a fidget
Cause bitch I'm a demon like how don't you get it
Hollows they flying they rip through his fitted
Nina, she got the nina, blam it
That's my heart you ain't getting no chances
I'm in the field like I grew up in Kansas
See a opp broad day, no jamming
I do the stomping I don't do the dancing
Bro you ain't tough, you grew up in a mansion
He said that I ran, don't jack that
Before I make bro go reach in that backpack
He spoke on my bro then that boy got poked
Like damn that's a dumb way to go
Spinning with Jaydin you know that's my bro
If I pass him the chop then you know he gon' blow
She like Blanco baby you the goat
If it's brick outside then I flock through the coat
When you hear the clappin' know who did that
Brody got hit we put him on a shit bag
Told bro, flock at his whip
I'm feeling crazy, might flock at his bitch
Pass me the rock, I'ma get the assist
Told bro don't drop my shit
He talking hot but I know he a bitch
My boy gon' up that shit
Fuck it, told him dump that shit
Better not stop til you drop that bitch
Opps, I got a lot I could mention
All on my dick I won't give 'em attention
Don't need the knocker, I'll teach 'em a lesson
Opp thot, tryna fuck her and her best friend
She giving me mata, I'm breaking her neck in
She like to tote on the Wesson
You thinking you tough, but who you impressing
Told bro come through get to wreckin'
He spoke on my bro then that boy got poked
Like damn that's a dumb way to go
Spinning with Jaydin you know that's my bro
If I pass him the chop then you know he gon' blow
She like Blanco baby you the goat
If it's brick outside then I flock through the coat
When you hear the clappin' know who did that
Brody got hit we put him on a shit bag
And I know that these niggas won't get back
Beyblade, pass me the knock I'ma rip that
Stop it, not with the talking, chit chat
Rocket, I got it on me, click that
Bop it, she feeling naughty, split that
And she ain't gon' line me that treesh know I'm clicking
Brody got robbed, that's why he bitching
And his mans got popped from all of the spinning
Like let's get it on, I thought you was with it
Spin on my doly, like I'm a fidget
Cause bitch I'm a demon like how don't you get it
Hollows they flying they rip through his fitted
Nina, she got the nina, blam it
That's my heart you ain't getting no chances
I'm in the field like I grew up in Kansas
See a opp broad day, no jamming
I do the stomping I don't do the dancing
Bro you ain't tough, you grew up in a mansion
He said that I ran, don't jack that
Before I make bro go reach in that backpack
He spoke on my bro then that boy got poked
Like damn that's a dumb way to go
Spinning with Jaydin you know that's my bro
If I pass him the chop then you know he gon' blow
She like Blanco baby you the goat
If it's brick outside then I flock through the coat
When you hear the clappin' know who did that
Brody got hit we put him on a shit bag
Told bro, flock at his whip
I'm feeling crazy, might flock at his bitch
Pass me the rock, I'ma get the assist
Told bro don't drop my shit
He talking hot but I know he a bitch
My boy gon' up that shit
Fuck it, told him dump that shit
Better not stop til you drop that bitch
Opps, I got a lot I could mention
All on my dick I won't give 'em attention
Don't need the knocker, I'll teach 'em a lesson
Opp thot, tryna fuck her and her best friend
She giving me mata, I'm breaking her neck in
She like to tote on the Wesson
You thinking you tough, but who you impressing
Told bro come through get to wreckin'
