[Intro]
What up, Rocket?
Punch me in, Mark
(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae) What up, Tae?
And I'm facin' eighths
I'm off an eighth, I'm fuckin' (Rocket, you're so full of yourself)
Hey, yeah (ShittyBoyz)
[Verse 1]
Bitch said I'm a junky 'cause I'm facing eighths and pouring fours (I'm high as hell)
Goose on the sneaks and the coat, I got golden toes (Golden)
Punch god, heavyweight champ, we can go toe to toe (Punch god)
Thirty stick hangin' out, look like a totem pole
I'll send 'em up to space, got a rocket like LaFlare (He outta there)
SB fiend, just this morning, copped another pair (Nikes)
AR family wrecking, give a fuck your brother there (Pow, pow)
Christian Loubs look like cleats, get the bag and punt it there (Christian Loubs)
If I score a touchdown, I'ma go for two (Ayy)
You talking 'bout some za, but we know it's boof (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 (Bling)
Spilled six Os of Wockiana, left the table muddy
Life was a rainstorm, now every day be sunny (I swear)
Pape' long as hell, but I got a short temper (I swear)
Drip war, guarantee that I'ma leave the floor wetter (Drip war)
GOAT, the walking definition of them four letters
Thinking that you fly, guarantee that I got more feathers
What up, Rocket?
Punch me in, Mark
(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae) What up, Tae?
And I'm facin' eighths
I'm off an eighth, I'm fuckin' (Rocket, you're so full of yourself)
Hey, yeah (ShittyBoyz)
[Verse 1]
Bitch said I'm a junky 'cause I'm facing eighths and pouring fours (I'm high as hell)
Goose on the sneaks and the coat, I got golden toes (Golden)
Punch god, heavyweight champ, we can go toe to toe (Punch god)
Thirty stick hangin' out, look like a totem pole
I'll send 'em up to space, got a rocket like LaFlare (He outta there)
SB fiend, just this morning, copped another pair (Nikes)
AR family wrecking, give a fuck your brother there (Pow, pow)
Christian Loubs look like cleats, get the bag and punt it there (Christian Loubs)
If I score a touchdown, I'ma go for two (Ayy)
You talking 'bout some za, but we know it's boof (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 (Bling)
Spilled six Os of Wockiana, left the table muddy
Life was a rainstorm, now every day be sunny (I swear)
Pape' long as hell, but I got a short temper (I swear)
Drip war, guarantee that I'ma leave the floor wetter (Drip war)
GOAT, the walking definition of them four letters
Thinking that you fly, guarantee that I got more feathers
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