Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin' we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Lil nigga I'm keeping it on me
Bitch imma die for my homies
All that snitchin no I don't condone it
And most of these niggas be phony
F*ck niggas be claiming they know me
But they really might know the old me
And I cut a few of the f*ck niggas off
Now I'm up and I'm ballin like Kobe
I need a Rollie
I'm tryna buss down the face but if you with the shits better show me
I don't f*ck with no police but if you scared of a case
Then I know that you really ain't for me (No you ain't for me)
Holy matrimony married to money
Not For Everybody bitch you dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
In the back of the backend
Boujee bitches tryna talk now
What happend?
Catch a goofy nigga I just might slap him
Keep a toolie cuz I'm bringing the racks in
I got the blicky but I'm movin wit Ratchet
Hella picky see yo chain imma snatch it
T up wit me, niggas know we stay dabbin
And bagless niggas always keeping me laughing
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Holy matrimony to money
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
Runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
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Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin' we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Lil nigga I'm keeping it on me
Bitch imma die for my homies
All that snitchin no I don't condone it
And most of these niggas be phony
F*ck niggas be claiming they know me
But they really might know the old me
And I cut a few of the f*ck niggas off
Now I'm up and I'm ballin like Kobe
I need a Rollie
I'm tryna buss down the face but if you with the shits better show me
I don't f*ck with no police but if you scared of a case
Then I know that you really ain't for me (No you ain't for me)
Holy matrimony married to money
Not For Everybody bitch you dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
In the back of the backend
Boujee bitches tryna talk now
What happend?
Catch a goofy nigga I just might slap him
Keep a toolie cuz I'm bringing the racks in
I got the blicky but I'm movin wit Ratchet
Hella picky see yo chain imma snatch it
T up wit me, niggas know we stay dabbin
And bagless niggas always keeping me laughing
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Holy matrimony to money
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
Runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin' we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Lil nigga I'm keeping it on me
Bitch imma die for my homies
All that snitchin no I don't condone it
And most of these niggas be phony
F*ck niggas be claiming they know me
But they really might know the old me
And I cut a few of the f*ck niggas off
Now I'm up and I'm ballin like Kobe
I need a Rollie
I'm tryna buss down the face but if you with the shits better show me
I don't f*ck with no police but if you scared of a case
Then I know that you really ain't for me (No you ain't for me)
Holy matrimony married to money
Not For Everybody bitch you dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
In the back of the backend
Boujee bitches tryna talk now
What happend?
Catch a goofy nigga I just might slap him
Keep a toolie cuz I'm bringing the racks in
I got the blicky but I'm movin wit Ratchet
Hella picky see yo chain imma snatch it
T up wit me, niggas know we stay dabbin
And bagless niggas always keeping me laughing
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Can't be lacking I keep me a rocket
You run up on me then I'm bussin yo dome
We been rolling that gas and it buss out the pack
And it's smelling like cookie cologne
And how these niggas finna hate in the past?
Now them niggas steady calling my phone
We was trappin we was tryna get on
Sippin activis don't f*ck with patron
Holy matrimony to money
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Not For Everybody bitch you a dummy
Better get inside yo bag cuz you bummy
I'm runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
Runnin to the racks them hunnids stay coming
Writer: Xavier Murchison
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid