Retro Tha Kid, Rich Homie Quan - Rocket Gang lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Retro Tha Kid, Rich Homie Quan - Rocket Gang lyrics]
Rocket Gang Bang, yeah rocket Gang Bang
Rocket Gang Bang retro you ready?
(Back on this shit lehgo, yeah)
Yeah Rich Homie, yeah!
I say gangsta' gangsta
That's what you lookin' at
My Daddy was fuckin' Mama when
He was smokin' crack
Bitch your hair too short, damn
Where your weave at?
Say my heart too cold then Mami
Where your sleeves at?
I know Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang
Shoot 'em up shot 'em
Pay these bitches like MJ
Shouts to my nigga Scotty
We be pimpin' like Don Juan
Get rich like Homie Quan (Rich Homie)
I'm just gettin' to the Ms
Like the on Lebron
Bitch I, I am Retro DeLaGhetto
On your knees beggin' please
Put 2Gs in the rello
Call Keys I need a beat
Beat a bitch like I beat my meat
Excuse my lingual
That's just the hood shit in me
Normally keep shit G and the
G stands for good good
Still on the same shit from the
Wish a nigga would woods
G Phi, loud boy shit
I'mma jump off the edge, on my fly boy shit
Hey!
(Rocket Gang Bang)
Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang shoot
'em up shot 'em (Leh Go)
(Rocket Gang Bang) Rocket Gang Gang Bang
Bang shoot 'em up shot 'em
(What you got?) Bitches on my line
(What you got?) Cause I'm probably Aristotle
(What you got?) Keep money in my pocket
(What you got?) And gold shit on my collar
Rich Homie tell 'em what you got
I got these bitches and cars, hey!
I got these bitches on mars
I make my Nicki's ménage
Put suspensions on my truck
Put some inches on her butt
In the kitchen, whip it up
I can pull up on my
I don't know nothin' 'bout her
Not even her name, she still wanna fuck
We Rocket Gang and it goin' up
I got the flame and I got the torch
They say I'm insane cause I do too much
Fuck all the fame, just wanna live lux
Fuck all the fame, just wanna live
No, fuck all these lames
Just like McHammer, can't touch (Woo woo woo)
Man, Retro got on Retros (Watch the Swagger)
She feenin' for the dog food, no Petro
I'm a gangster gangster
Fuck around and I'll bang ya, bang ya'
Rick Flair boy on the right side nigga
Lil' nigga, boy you bite side nigga
Retro tell 'em what the hood said!
(Rocket Gang Bang)
Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang shoot
'em up shot 'em (Leh Go)
(Rocket Gang Bang) Rocket Gang Gang Bang
Bang shoot 'em up shot 'em
(What you got?) Bitches on my line
(What you got?) Cause I'm probably Aristotle
(What you got?) Keep money in my pocket
(What you got?) And gold shit on my collar
Bitches on my line bitches on my line
Bitches on my line bitches on my line
Bitches on my line
Cause I'm probably Aristotle
Keep money in my pocket
And gold shit on my collar
Rocket Gang Bang retro you ready?
(Back on this shit lehgo, yeah)
Yeah Rich Homie, yeah!
I say gangsta' gangsta
That's what you lookin' at
My Daddy was fuckin' Mama when
He was smokin' crack
Bitch your hair too short, damn
Where your weave at?
Say my heart too cold then Mami
Where your sleeves at?
I know Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang
Shoot 'em up shot 'em
Pay these bitches like MJ
Shouts to my nigga Scotty
We be pimpin' like Don Juan
Get rich like Homie Quan (Rich Homie)
I'm just gettin' to the Ms
Like the on Lebron
Bitch I, I am Retro DeLaGhetto
On your knees beggin' please
Put 2Gs in the rello
Call Keys I need a beat
Beat a bitch like I beat my meat
Excuse my lingual
That's just the hood shit in me
Normally keep shit G and the
G stands for good good
Still on the same shit from the
Wish a nigga would woods
G Phi, loud boy shit
I'mma jump off the edge, on my fly boy shit
Hey!
(Rocket Gang Bang)
Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang shoot
'em up shot 'em (Leh Go)
(Rocket Gang Bang) Rocket Gang Gang Bang
Bang shoot 'em up shot 'em
(What you got?) Bitches on my line
(What you got?) Cause I'm probably Aristotle
(What you got?) Keep money in my pocket
(What you got?) And gold shit on my collar
Rich Homie tell 'em what you got
I got these bitches and cars, hey!
I got these bitches on mars
I make my Nicki's ménage
Put suspensions on my truck
Put some inches on her butt
In the kitchen, whip it up
I can pull up on my
I don't know nothin' 'bout her
Not even her name, she still wanna fuck
We Rocket Gang and it goin' up
I got the flame and I got the torch
They say I'm insane cause I do too much
Fuck all the fame, just wanna live lux
Fuck all the fame, just wanna live
No, fuck all these lames
Just like McHammer, can't touch (Woo woo woo)
Man, Retro got on Retros (Watch the Swagger)
She feenin' for the dog food, no Petro
I'm a gangster gangster
Fuck around and I'll bang ya, bang ya'
Rick Flair boy on the right side nigga
Lil' nigga, boy you bite side nigga
Retro tell 'em what the hood said!
(Rocket Gang Bang)
Rocket Gang Gang Bang Bang shoot
'em up shot 'em (Leh Go)
(Rocket Gang Bang) Rocket Gang Gang Bang
Bang shoot 'em up shot 'em
(What you got?) Bitches on my line
(What you got?) Cause I'm probably Aristotle
(What you got?) Keep money in my pocket
(What you got?) And gold shit on my collar
Bitches on my line bitches on my line
Bitches on my line bitches on my line
Bitches on my line
Cause I'm probably Aristotle
Keep money in my pocket
And gold shit on my collar