Pocket Rocket Lyrics

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Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (Ughhh)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (YEEN KNOW NIGGA)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (Ughhh)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (YEEN KNOW NIGGA)

Babygirl throw that ass back

I hit the store for cash back

In the lab ima lab rat

I'm a angel in the hell cat

Lil mama can ya smell that

That's the motherfuckin' white girl

A Black man in a white world

Don't believe all the hype girl

The iceman need a hype man

That booty nice sittin right mam

Well can I touch it can I bite mam

Lil baby can you feel this

A couple pills might appeal bitch

The paperboy with a steel dick

Still smooth and I'm still slick

Uncle Phil can you feel this

I feel alive hit kill switch

On go like a Viking

I'm on her hills like I'm hiking

I'm in her mind like it's psyche man

What you mean she like man

Tennessee with tight tan

Pick her up in the Jeep Now

Pulled up beep beep now

So we headed to the streets now

Yeah we headed to the light show

Thick bitch no lypo

Yeah that's right no typo

High hats no cap bro

Put my city on the map tho

Put ya titties on my back ho

Wonder Woman with a lasso

Got me clutchin' on my gat bro

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (Ughhhh)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (YEEN KNOW NIGGA)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (Ughhh)

Hoppin' out of the Jeep

Pocket Rocket on heat

Might just stop him in the street

Might just hop up on the beat

Why you F'in with a G (YEEN KNOW NIGGA)

Back up get smacked

Hennessy was on Tap

Goose got bitches loose

Pineapples for the fruit

Man berry for the juice

Couple lines on the track

Couple drags of the black

Lotta drums in the back

Lotta wolves in the pack

Lotta ass that's a fact

Going down like doomsday

I put the molly in the Dusse

Baby girl what would you say

LL I'm the cool J

A lil lit on a Tuesday

Pulled up and she hopping in

I Pulled it down and she sloppin it

It's going down at the top again

Ain't no really no stopping it

On the track like a meet again

Pasto on the beat again

Baby girl can I meet ya friend