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