Rylan Oz - Pocket Rocket Lyrics

Put em on blast fast rocket
Parmesan cash on ramen
Do a new dash bat Robin
Snap it on flash
Pride and no press
Put em on blast fast rocket
Parmesan cash on ramen
Do a new dash bat Robin
Private owned jet fly public
No guest, just pressure
Yeah I might get bawlin
(Bawlin, bawlin, bawlin, bawlin)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, said I might get bawlin
(Bawlin, bawlin, bawlin, bawlin)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, give a f*ck about college
(What the f*ck is that shit?)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, said I might get bawlin
(Bawlin, bawlin, bawlin, bawlin)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, said I might get bawlin
I suggest your clique get started
I can reap a bitch no garden pickin
Pussy in the a.m. it's a carcass
If I f*ck another day I be a Target
With a single mama aiming where I park it
Why I need to duck if you chipping paint off a bumper I feel the pain like a number and soon with quality coverage
Ain't no one could tell me how to top on my level
Ain't got a role model or idol who don't talk with the devil
You feel me
Why'd I never get the funds
What the f*ck I had to do
Always wanna be the one
That's why they out number you
Put em on blast fast rocket
Parmesan cash on ramen
Do a new dash bat Robin
Snap it on flash
Pride and no press
Got my own flex too conscious
Got my own desk new office
Got my own sweat new profit
Got a new job I'm bossin
Do a new dash thats constant
Pride it don't dim
Check the new clip
Big steal that's armed robbery
Common denominator you gon get divided with him
P-p-poppin in a vessel like a zombie
Mama pop a pill I warned her bout the pharmacy
What the f*ck is on my name
Anything I want so I can call these bitches lame
Put a profit in my pocket while I'm walking off the stage like a testament to Edison Im a Sin, a genius and, a cynical Devlin not the devil but fierce enough to pick on your level
With the opposite definite prolly just get to em f*ck the fetti
Not with the rest of em all a you making me deadly make em
Drop in a second on top of the clock when you ready
Optimal measures the chemistry poppin like pistols are poppin to pocket the watches And walk while he watches the bombing an awkward apostle a worrisome comment, has Got him reversing his posture he certainly knew that he oughta
How many f*cks did you want I
Don't think I f*ck with you maybe we better apart I
Don't see me up with you, f*ck if you needed me thought I'd
Let you know I don't trust hoes
So how many f*ck did you want I
Don't think I f*ck with you maybe we better apart I
Don't need to run with you if I get more when I'm on my
I'm on my own when I
Put em on blast fast rocket
Parmesan cash on ramen
Do a new dash bat Robin
Snap it on flash
Pride and no press
Put em on blast fast rocket
Parmesan cash on ramen
Do a new dash bat Robin
Private owned jet fly public
No guest, just pressure
Yeah I might get bawlin
(Bawlin, bawlin, bawlin, bawlin)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, said I might get bawlin
(Bawlin, bawlin, bawlin, bawlin)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, give a f*ck about college
(What the f*ck is that shit?)
Yeah bish, yeah bish, said I might get bawlin