Rocket

I need a milli in my pocket Putting up shots, you can't block it Always had to go and up the profit, uh We going up like a rocket I'm going up, I see where the top is Big body Jeep, bitch, you can't stop it You got the glocky but you not gon' pop it Spitting these verses, kind of feeling like a prophet Made a lot of moves Why would I take one fucking step backwards Pull in a SRT, this ain't a Traverse Ain't no free feature, I need me a bag first Need this shit right now, I can't get it after Brand new SRT, this one my stabber Uh, in a Rolls Royce Ghost, no Casper Talking bout me, bitch, you sound like a capper Talking bout me, bitch, you just looking stupid Yeah, finna knock you out like Cruz did, uh Fast ass whips been cruising, uh Got that bag, can't lose it Oh shit, I love the blue strips I'm in a rari and bitch I been boosting You drop a album but bitch I been snoozing Choppa hit you, it say how is you doing Choppa we point it at yo damn medulla You can get smoked, no hookah Yeah, bitch, I'm all about that mula Go take a jet right to Bermuda You just a fan, you not a shooter Ain't got one band, you is a loser I do what you can't, bitch, I'm the future Donny my mans, that's the producer We getting money, that shit the mission Running shit up, keep repetition This shit too easy I count it, I add it up just like addition You ain't on none, you just bitching We been cooking up, not in no kitchen Hope you stay down, yeah, I hope you not switching Snap too hard but it's just the beginning Give us some time, we will all be winning I need a milli in my pocket Putting up shots, you can't block it Always had to go and up the profit, uh We going up like a rocket I'm going up, I see where the top is Big body Jeep, bitch, you can't stop it You got the glocky but you not gon' pop it Spitting these verses, kind of feeling like a prophet Ain't no lil broing me, uh Do you know what fucking whip we in You cannot hoe this Jeep Bringing shit in like groceries Do you know who the f*ck you is Bro, you is not close to me, uh When I get bored I'ma drop some racks right up in Dover street, yeah, yeah Y'all the ones starving, we fed Kicking back, yeah, we known just to overeat Ain't no Mimosa drinks, bro sipping lean and shit Rare ass whip, you ain't even seen this shit Come through, pull up, make the big body scream and shit Too many racks, feel like I'm dreaming, bitch Yo lil ass probably dream of this I get the clinch then I knee his ribs I'm rocking Lenci, you ain't ever seen the drip You probably rocking Adidas kicks You probably always gon' be a bitch