Pocket Rocket

Intro

(Grahh, grahh-grahh boom)

(Every O shot, look)

(Everything dead, word to my mother)

(Grahh, grahh)

Yeah, they know how I'm comin', look!

Free the team, man, free the guys!

Look!

Verse 1

Step on the court, they ain't checkin' the score

Hop out the V, we ain't knockin' on doors

Catch me in traffic, I’m sweepin' the floor

He tried to run, but he tripped on the floor

Like, what? Like, who?

None of these rappers are spinnin' for real

Talkin' 'bout weight but they skippin' a meal

Bro got the radar, he focus on drill

They see me in public, they know what it is

Notti got poked in the stomach, like, damn!

That boy was tryna race, but look where he ran!

We hit his little ass with some mace, now he mad!

Every O shot, word to my dad!

Grahh, grahh, look!

Chorus

They talkin' that hot shit, tell 'em to stop it

Bro keep a pocket rocket in his jacket

We run up the numbers, we breakin' the bracket

He tried to play tough but he couldn't even back it

Grahh-grahh, boom!

Everything dead, look!

Everything dead, word to my mother!

Verse 2

Smoking the dead, we ain't worried 'bout kids

Brodie got locked and he doin' a bid

But when he get out, we back on the grid!

Grahh, grahh, look!

Yeah, we back on the block and we takin' the risk

Look at the wrist, got a brand new disk

They talkin' crazy, we put 'em on list

Bro got the toolie, it never gonna miss

Like, how? Like, wait?

They see the movement, they see the debate

We pull up heavy, we clearin' the gate

Everything dead, yeah we sealing their fate!

Chorus

They talkin' that hot shit, tell 'em to stop it

Bro keep a pocket rocket in his jacket

We run up the numbers, we breakin' the bracket

He tried to play tough but he couldn't even back it

Grahh-grahh, boom!

Everything dead, look!

Everything dead, word to my mother!

Verse 3

Hop in the ride and we packin' the seats

Look at the numbers, we runnin' the streets

He drop a track, it get left on delete

They know that we active, we don't gotta speak

Like, how? Like, why?

He said he a shooter, that boy is a lie

We pull up heavy, no reason to try

Every O shot, tell 'em check the sky

I'm on the block and I'm standin' right here

Look at my eyes, you can see I don't fear

They love to talk but they never come near

We do this heavy, we make it look clear!

Grahh!

Outro

Yeah, they know how I'm rockin'

Every O shot, look

Grahh, grahh-grahh boom

Everything dead

Word to my mother, man

Free the guys, look!

(Beat fades out)