Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my
Maximum overdrive, how to alive Jumpin' Lear jets no parachute, skydive these niggaz, I'm runnin' wit' a .45 I don't be, ugh, I don't even wanna be alive
But if I gotta be natas, the hottest wit' coatist stated's what brought us, bloody up ya pratas When I drag ya the mud Got for guns, got love for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' money turn ya rainy day The MDNA got my nose Still runnin' up in these races runnin' against racists Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces and I don't be alive
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my
Dump, dump, dump dump, I'ma dump, I'ma dumb, dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket
Ski masks in the seat I'm turning 6th street, you 'bout to heat E on the Burrough street callin' cops in, in Cocks in, are blocked in moving out to Washington
Turn the down, clap with gun sound Double lock, up wit' the gun, clown You walkin' but the sign say South bound Ambulance, yo, yo, you bucked
Man, move, yo, kid, you duck in the foxhole, move dodger Hot in ya vest now, move a farther hoes, you get fucked though
My aim so, .38 slug so I shells when they scatter 'round the rugs though I dump twicely, I dump nicely kid precisely, penetrate the so When I'm also penetrate yo spray ya torso
Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump, dump dump, dump I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, dumb
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket