Lyrics:
Whole Lotta Accidents Back in the stats
Increasing everyday Families sad
They didn't know they might die But you don't care
Yeah
Skrrrt Skrrrt!
A couple suspensions
I'm caught up in lessons but shit was still cool
Dumb little kid I had nothing to do
Robbin some stores for a bottle or 2
Hit up
Came outta nowhere via urban sprawl
Fresh out the rap no hair on his palms
Middle of nowhere with property
Rockets in the sky no police to be seen
it, you ain't really bought it, nigga, I'll show you somethin
Sittin' smoky, but I'll blow you somethin', you really lucky, I ain't do you nothin
We
to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard
But
to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard
But
'Cause this is Johnny's Rocket
And I'm licensed to pilot in almost every state of mind
You weren't mine
But ever since I saw you babin' and rollerskatin'
turret and
Blows all the drivers away
Pharah flies up high and rockets start to fly
As the overpass crumblin' okay
Holy fuckin' shit
That was a little
Young Mula, baby
I woke up all last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer
all this shit new don't be playing like that
Plotting on ya but it's cool with me yeah
that don't have nothin to do with me yeah
I be wishing it was two
Sittin' idly by, goin' nowhere in a hurry
She's got a new man and I heard he was a furry
Looks like old Elmo he took my big bird from me
A bottle
all these rappers
They be posin' like models
Fully loaded and I'm goin' full throttle
(Aye) mana potion, mix it by the bottle
Switchin' up the flow, I'm
Wait, I was walking on the highway with my friends along
Popping bottles, having fun but now they all just gone
Get my mind to focus on the things I
ain't seen this)
Waitin' for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon' fuck the city up
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause we really up (uh)
the club, poppin' bottles, feelin' like I'm 50
Goin' crazy for a nigga, I'm callin' her Trixie
Sippin' on that drink and I'm feelin' a little tipsy
Same
be//
but it's been in my genes like the sack in my pocket//
my head feeling like it's been strapped to a rocket//
I put it in motion and now I can't stop
sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy,
We
your steel magnolia
I ain't nothin' but your steel magnolia Baby, I'm your steel magnolia
Baby, I'm your steel magnolia
Oh, and I'm your steel magnolia
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
'em with lead
By the motherfuckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
look at the pictures
Man, I fear nothin' but scripture
I'm in the field, when I get down I'm takin' a kneel, yeah
I'm in the field like fire drills
I
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
moving loud
In a foreign movin thru the town
Or the uber when I get around
These niggas never feel nothin
But when my shit drop I’ma promise they feel it
Gettin' drunk, writin rhymes by the pool in Palm Springs
Cause ain't nothin' changed but the size of the bottles
We still rock the shows with a Rollo-ass
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