Lil Wym, D-Rae - Rocket

Uh
She gimme handys through my pocket
Uh
Got me bussing like a rocket
Uh
Cuz everything I want, I got it, I'm on it
The thicker the berry, think amma off it
Uh
Now I'm feeling hella nauseous
Pack it up, bump it up rocking like we a mosh pit
Ya
Toking heavy so I'm outta my head
Livin lavish can't get outta my bed
I'm all in my bread
You know Beat be bumping when it's coming with WellFed
Aii bet got me counting a cheque
Ya
Never chasing for that rock
But the hoes be living for that so she sucking on the block
Now she looking at the clock
Girl be rushing to my calls
Steady praying where I walk
Ey
Smoking trees at my leisure
Boys bumping in the back making bank at Caesars
Yea, we in casino
Doubling bands we sucking money like mosquito
Yea
This stroking my libido
People wishing they was us rolling in tuxedo
Yea, man we know
Hoes staring at me tryna take, but its placebo
Girl (hol up), take it slow
Giving you cups topped with maraschino
Yea, man I know
She tryna take this shit back to my place, but I'm a Leo
And I aint gon front like I didn't think about it though
12-05, you know that this is a new year
Me and Wym, y'know that's the coolest crew here
We got sticks, and we drumming up in your ear
Check her out
I think I might be a cashier
We up lit like a rocket
Bands hold cash, like a pocket
Too sick, but I'm not feeling nauseous
Haters mad, yeah they all feeling cautious
One punchline
And two more hits
Will leave them all
For sure, unconscious
I switch flows
My lyrics go
Impeccable
It's not impostrous
Yeah, I'm on my Taurus shit
Sorry that line was profane, I'm tryna stop that shit
Only level up. We can't come this far to quit
I might drool because of these words I spit
(Go.)
I'm honest, I can't be stunting
I dressed good, I can't be running
Wrist looks nice. You might just run it
I'm way up, something like Pippen
Sipping from my Pimm's cup
Please, it's not a Pimp's cup
If you're I
Then it might just be a pump's cup
Listen
I could go on and on
Something like life on Oliver's famous song
I don't want smoke
Like April 20th and bongs
But if you want some
I can be your favourite plug
So plug me up like a socket
Don't tug on my strings like a puppet
The way I talk, I should be up on a pulpit
Wait, give me a sec to wrap it up so we could have another
Yeah
Top hit
Whoa
Yeah we took it slow
223's up to head, pellets in your dome
Spider on the web, and I'm not talking about chrome
And I don't need a studio I can make my hits at home, you don't know
Yeah I'm done

Written by:
Dire Ebegbulem, Hamza Ahmed

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