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What up, Rocket? Punch me in, Mark
What up, Tae?
And I'm facin' eighths
I'm off an eighth, I'm fuckin'
Hey, yeah
Bitch said I'm a junky 'cause I'm
Facing eighths and pouring fours
Goose on the sneaks and the coat
I got golden toes
Punch god, heavyweight champ
We can go toe to toe
Thirty stick hangin' out
Look like a totem pole
I'll send 'em up to space
Got a rocket like LaFlare
SB fiend, just this morning
Copped another pair
AR family wrecking
Give a fuck your brother there
Christian Loubs look like cleats
Get the bag and punt it there
If I score a touchdown, I'ma go for two
you talking 'bout some za
But we know it's boof
I'm cuttin' shit at the head if
I see a cobra loose
Riding 'round like the military
This how soldiers move
You won't catch me in the club
I'm probably making money
I know the opps see these two chains
Come and take 'em from me
Spilled six Os of Wockiana
Left the table muddy
Life was a rainstorm, now every day be sunny
Pape' long as hell, but I got a short temper
drip war
Guarantee that I'ma leave the floor wetter
gOAT, the walking definition of
Them four letters thinking that you fly
Guarantee that I got more feathers
How I take a clip full of
Lead and erase the block?
How I hit your bitch with no
Drip? I just played the Crocs
How is you a trap star? You
Can't even make it lock
Dropped a one in the two liter
How you taste the Wock'?
Made ten before sunrise
Ain't even eight o'clock
I'm a hundred
I'll show you with this Franklin knot
Nike joggie wear
Probably somewhere out here chasing guap
Talking 'bout I'm broke, well
That 'Wood must be laced with rocks
Almost failed all them bitches
Now it's S-Class
I'll send a bullet at him like a chest pass
If you see me
I was probably dragging Somerset bags
Playing flashy like a Globetrotter
Leave a ref mad
Google Maps bugging
Road runnin' off the Waze app
Talking 'bout she got a bank account
You got the Chase app?
Remember turnin' in the first ten
Jacks for eight racks
Life a roller coaster, young bull
You better stay strapped
How I take a clip full of
Lead and erase the block?
How I hit your bitch with no
Drip? I just played the Crocs
How is you a trap star? You
Can't even make it lock
Dropped a one in the two liter
How you taste the Wock'?
Made ten before sunrise
Ain't even eight o'clock
I'm a hundred
I'll show you with this Franklin knot
nike joggie wear
Probably somewhere out here chasing guap
talking 'bout I'm broke, well
That 'Wood must be laced with rocks
Ayy, ShittyBoyz you high as hell, ha
I'm high as hell though
Talking 'bout I'm broke
Must be laced with rocks
Ayy, Shittyboyz sB DSM
Phew
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