POCKETROCKET Eddie Fresco (Ft. Chetta)

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[Intro]
Bitch I got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)
Bitch I got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I got a pocket rocket
Where they shoot you in your socket
Every stage I'm on I rock it
Make it hard for you to top it
I got options, I got [?]
Fuck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these fuckin bombs I'm droppin'

Bitch I got a pocket rocket
Where they shoot you in your socket
Every stage I'm on I rock it
Make it hard for you to top it
I got options, I got [?]
Fuck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these fuckin bombs I'm droppin'

[Verse: Eddie Fresco]
Call it World War 3
Chasing checks, no hide and seek
I got pussy, money, weed
And that's just 'bout what I need
Brushin' up my pearly whites, still got a grill up on my teeth
Bad lil' shawty, she a freak
Need a collar, need a leash
I said "Wait, bitch hold up, you can wait I need to blow up"
Shawty used to turn me down
But now she fuckin' with my glow-up
I got numbers in my phone
So fuck the talk and I don't know ya
Keep your problems to yourself
Bitch I'm gone and I can't help