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Pocket Rocket by Soulja Boy Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Chorus]
I got Bentley in the driveway
On fire, like a fireplace
Get the fuck up out of my way
Get the fuck up out of my face
You ain't getting no cash, then we cannot talk today
I need this shit everyday, call the Plug up ándale (Aye, Aye)

[Verse 1]
If you getting no money then you better shut the fuck up
I pulled out a Draco, you know I bust
Then you get hit, out of luck
Nigga, in my gun what I trust
Nigga, you know that I'ma go up
If you tell me that this shit up
Pullin' on the block, then you know I bust
Who Rich Gang getting money like us?
I put 200 bricks in a truck
I took off and you know that it's up
If it's up, then you know it stuck
Big ass chopper that'll leave him broke
Big ass chopper that'll leave him poor
Put him on the block, I'll slit his throat
Two-three bullets, they on a boat
Young Drako I whip, you know
I be clean, I'm fresh like coke
I be clean and fresh like soap
I be clean and fresh like who?
I be clean and fresh like who?
All my diamonds they be new, all my hundreds they be blue
But I swear to God, wish they was red
I put money on your head
My Lamborghini, an arm and leg
Boy, you heard what the fuck I said
I'll shoot your ass until you dead
I'll shoot your ass until you dead
[Chorus]
I got Bentley in the driveway
On fire, like a fireplace
Get the fuck up out of my way
Get the fuck up out of my face
You ain't getting no cash, then we cannot talk today
I need this shit everyday, call the Plug up ándale (Aye, Aye)

[Verse 2]
You know what's up
Them bullets, they gon' bust
In my gun what I trust
And if he say it's up, then you knowing that it stuck there
I be everywhere, and he ain't never there
I be everywhere, my diamonds cold like February
Niggas up, they fake
These niggas play games like Solitaire
Got diamonds in some solitaires
Got baguettes and they in my ear
Got baguettes, big ol' Bs
Make the wrong move, I'll squeeze
Put him on the block with the heat
I'm hot, one million degrees
Bust down Rollie, my sleeve
These niggas be lame, and weird
And, I don't need to know
But I know, you try me, it's gon hit the store
Whippin' dope on a boat
Whippin' dope, clean like soap
Sell a link, fake read
Went off, hit a lick
I just came back from a trip, in the kitchen I water whip
Boy, you better not squeal, [?]
[Chorus]
I got Bentley in the driveway
On fire, like a fireplace
Get the fuck up out of my way
Get the fuck up out of my face
You ain't getting no cash, then we cannot talk today
I need this shit everyday, call the Plug up ándale (Aye, Aye)
Got bricks up in the driveway
On fire, like a fireplace
I had this shit my way, ain't enough cash
Fuck up out of my face, fuck up out of my way
No we can't talk today