letra de rocketz! 2 - slasha
yvngxjuice [hook]
where the money at?
tryna flex on bummies (yeah!)
that boy think he him, he a motherf-ckin’ dummy (yuh!)
racks to my chin, throw it up in the wind
when i ball got more wind, n-ggas mad , i’m like d-mn
see this cash in my hand? yeah he begging for that sh-t
i just do what i can, and that sh-t be workin’
b-tch i’m stacking my bands, even as a little kid
n-gga try me? put him in the air, like a rocket
n-gga mad cuz he don’t get the paper i did
if i make a f-ckin’ hit, ima just do what i can
running, running, running its just blowing in my hand
slasha [verse 1]
cause why your b-tch just give me head?
running up these pockets now they wanna be my friend
i know you don’t like me, you just want me for the bands (grrah)
woke up sippin’ wock, like my name is kankan (yeah)
cause i got them shooters now, pull up and i’m finna shoot you down
f-ck school, i ain’t need a cap and gown
your b-tch just milked me like i’m a cow
my hoes, yea they just wanna f-ck
running up on me you run out of luck
slurring my words cause i’m sipping that cup (grrah, yeah, oh yuh)
yvngxjuice [hook]
where the money at?
tryna flex on bummies (yeah!)
that boy think he him, he a motherf-ckin’ dummy (yuh!)
racks to my chin, throw it up in the wind
when i ball got more wind, n-ggas mad , i’m like d-mn
see this cash in my hand? yeah he begging for that sh-t
i just do what i can, and that sh-t be workin’
b-tch i’m stacking my bands, even as a little kid
n-gga try me? put him in the air, like a rocket
n-gga mad cuz he don’t get the paper i did
if i make a f-ckin’ hit, ima just do what i can
running, running, running its just blowing in my hand
fxntax [verse 2]
riding round town with a glock in my hand
you don’t f-ck with me really you just want me for the bands
you a fake ass n-gga tryna run like god d-mn
yea and now i got clout they wanna ride in the benz
i want this b-tch to call me summrs cause i just can’t
in the maserati, 18210!
yvngxjuice [hook]
where the money at?
tryna flex on bummies (yeah!)
that boy think he him, he a motherf-ckin’ dummy (yuh!)
racks to my chin, throw it up in the wind
when i ball got more wind, n-ggas mad , i’m like d-mn
see this cash in my hand? yeah he begging for that sh-t
i just do what i can, and that sh-t be workin’
b-tch i’m stacking my bands, even as a little kid
n-gga try me? put him in the air, like a rocket
n-gga mad cuz he don’t get the paper i did
if i make a f-ckin’ hit, ima just do what i can
running, running, running its just blowing in my hand
[instrumental plays on] all credits to cashvvs for the beat
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