Rocket by Trey, the Stunna Lyrics

[Refrain: Trey, the Stunna]
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Yeah, Yeah

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[Intro: Trey, the Stunna]
You know StunnaTrey on BEAT, Aye


[Chorus: Trey, the Stunna]
I Flew with a rocket and I flew with a stick
Shit going crazy while I’m fucking on your bitch
AK-47 make that shit go crazy
Niggas wanna hate when I’m chilling with the bro-skies
Fucking on your bitch, now she going all stupid
Nigga I’m the shit, imma lover like Cupid
Feeling like harden, cause I’m going up like a rocket
Slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket
[Verse 1: Trey, the Stunna]
It’s hit-boy on That beat, cause you know that shit nasty
No stylish in this bitch, cause I’m so fucking fancy
My day ones gotta eat that’s bands and racks
Shout out Babyg that nigga got my back
Fuck the fake ones I’m with my nigga glizzy
In the studio we lit make that shit go crazy
I go hard in this bitch, y’all keep fucking hating
I’m hot in this bitch, there ain’t no taming
Shout out to my sons I know they fucking listen
I switch the flow up, so more sneak dissing
You throw, you miss, so hop off my dick
New flow, I re brand, I’m different in this bitch

[Chorus: Trey, the Stunna]
I Flew with a rocket and I flew with a stick
Shit going crazy while I’m fucking on your bitch
AK-47 make that shit go crazy
Niggas wanna hate when I’m chilling with the bro-skies
Fucking on your bitch, now she going all stupid
Nigga I’m the shit, imma lover like Cupid
Feeling like harden, cause I’m going up like a rocket
Slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket

[Verse 2: Trey, the Stunna]
It’s hit boy on That beat, cause you know that shit nasty
No stylish in this bitch, cause I’m so fucking fancy
Niggas wanna hate but not on sight though
Got a couple shooters who ready to fight though
Not a lot of niggas getting has hot has me
Tryna do numbers like i just won the lottery
Shout out to my nigga babyg he can’t even top me
Twenty-Twenty is my year so even don’t despise me
Nigga imma pimp I got three bitches in the back
One counting bands and a couple counting up stacks
Getting so much heat, gotta keep it in my pocket
When Twenty-Twenty comes imma let it fly like a rocket
Imma freestyle king, and imma do my thing
Marry to the game, and imma need a ring
Run up on me, make that choppa sing
They still wanna hate, when a nigga tryna win
[Chorus: Trey, the Stunna]
I Flew with a rocket and I flew with a stick
Shit going crazy while I’m fucking on your bitch
AK-47 make that shit go crazy
Niggas wanna hate when I’m chilling with the bro-skies
Fucking on your bitch, now she going all stupid
Nigga I’m the shit, imma lover like Cupid
Feeling like harden, cause I’m going up like a rocket
Slid me a xanny, got that forty loaded in my pocket

[Outro: Trey, the Stunna]
Bitch!