POCKETROCKET lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch I got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)
b*tch I got a pocket rocket (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
b*tch 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 [?]
f*ck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these f*ckin bombs I'm droppin'

b*tch 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 [?]
f*ck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these f*ckin bombs I'm droppin'

[Verse: Eddie Fresco]
Call it World War 3
Chasing checks, no hide and seek
I got pus*y, 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, b*tch hold up, you can wait I need to blow up"
Shawty used to turn me down
But now she f*ckin' with my glow-up
I got numbers in my phone
So f*ck the talk and I don't know ya
Keep your problems to yourself
b*tch I'm gone and I can't help
[Chorus]
b*tch 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 [?]
f*ck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these f*ckin bombs I'm droppin'

[Verse: Chetta]
Hol' up
b*tch lemme clear my throat
Two pain pills, think I need two more
Two many feelings, I don't need no hoe
Yeah, sh*t get real, b*tch don't you know
My traphouse hot and my stove on glow
I roll my 'wood like fe-fi-fo
Pass the hood with $uicideboy$
Sippin' on purple, that's rain
They gon' remember my name
Remember my ways, I cannot really complain
But sh*t don't be hittin' the same
It's written in vain, I look like [?] pain
It's funny you say, 22 and 3's in your face
All b*tches be hating, but come [?]
[Chorus]
b*tch 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 [?]
f*ck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these f*ckin bombs I'm droppin'

b*tch 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 [?]
f*ck a label, i'mma drop it
Ain't no way for you to stop it
All these f*ckin bombs I'm droppin'