YSL Rockets
{Verse 1}
I just got a brand new pocket rocket
I can't wait to pop it
And I only bust it out, when the niggas jockin'
Man I'm buyin' out the club, if it's bitches watchin'
Man I'm only smokin' loud, when the speakers knockin'
I'm hiding all the dope, the dope the dope it's snitches watchin'
All these dead bodies, but all these snitches walkin'
Walkin talkin this and that, I just shake em off me
Walking talking this and that I just shake em off me
I just zip em up in bags, then they sit in coffins, (boom)

Walkin' talkin' this and that, I just shake em off me
All day, check the stats I just shake em off me
Walkin' talkin' this and that, I just shake em off me
Everyday I think I’m Shaq, back the fuck up off me

I got these bitches dib and dabbin' like they Jabawockeez
The way I make it rain the streets say there go Tevy Poppins
Free my niggas in the pen they ain’t had no fuckin' options
I know niggas that came up from shottin' Mary Poppins
I ain’t had no options so I had to get it poppin'
I been cocky
Switched my flow up now my wrist rocky
You niggas seem salty
Bossed up now my whip Rari
How’d I get all this drip?
Tracksuit Gucci flip floppin
Man a man never had shit
Started slinging zips on 'em
I flipped on 'em
Gotti shades I call em bitch blockin'
Man a man never had shit
I owe it all to my bitch
You know she never did switch, yuh
Nothing but love for my bitch, MWAH
How’d I get all this drip, yuh
Man a man never had shit, yuh
Nothing but love for my bitch
Nothing but slugs for a snitch, yeah!

Gucci, Louie, Prada, YSL and plenty Fendi yeah
You can check my balance, bet I got a pretty penny yeah
Gucci, Louie, Prada, YSL and plenty Fendi yeah
Gucci, Louie, Prada, YSL and plenty Fendi yeah
I got plenty fetti yeah
I think I’m Wallstreet Remy, yeah
Debo tried to give me beans but I wasn’t ready yet
Now I ride in private jet wit all this lean and percoset
Now I ride in private jet wit all this lean and percoset
Reupped went and switched my flow up
Now I’m Coca Cola
Up my green like Yoda
Bought my bitch a purple Rover
Bought my bitch a Purple Rover
Coz she never hoe’d up
I slow up pour this four up
Neck and wrist got frozen boulders
Come and get your issue ain’t no thing my dargs will lick you
They’ll hit you with like twenty missiles niggas packing pistols
Trust me akh no one will miss you take your missus with you
Or you might catch me digging all inside her tiramisu
You might catch me digging all inside her tiramisu
You might catch me digging all inside her tiramisu
Wagwarn wagwarn wagwarn blud you fucking wit a badman
You just chattin shit, or you really boutta act man?
These niggas testing Tevy they must think I am a batsman
Run up in your yard with 15 niggas all in afghans