Roccet Fuel

[Intro]
(Yo-yo)
(Yo-yo, Meen, play that shit)
Gllah

[Chorus]
Like
Bro-bro went coo' so I gotta go dumber
.40 kickin’ like a punner
I gotta make it, the hood is a bummer
It could get nasty like a gutter
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through thunder
Sky clear but I’m still walkin' through rain
If the first shot missed, I'm adjustin' my aim

[Verse]
Dear Lord, highlight my path, like
I do not know where I'm goin'
I been maintainin'
But I can't front, this is not how my life should been flowin’, like
I keep a G when I’m strollin'
Never know when I might see an opponent
One up top and the tan fully loaded, like
I be ready to click any moment (Gllah)
What happened to you? Like
You gettin’ hard to recognize
How you switched right before my eyes?
Like, damn, I was believin' 'em lies
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
All this fake love got me hypnotized, like
If you switched up, I do not miss you
G-G2C blowin' like whistle
Bro got a FN, he be throwin’ missiles
What's the issue?
Tu-Turn the switch on, this not a regular pistol
It be too much of regular people
I'm not a regular person, I'm evil
But how you gon' live if you not?
Evil is live backwards, you forgot?
I'm in this shit by myself
At the end of the day, nigga, you on ya' own, like
Same way you was born, same way you gon' die, nigga, alone
Even twins gon' get they own casket
If I see a GD, I'm scorin' that basket
If I see a shh–, I'm scorin' that basket
I don't care if you used to shoot baskets
I don't care if you used to be homies
Whole time, all of that shit was so phony
T-TP quick to back the poley
For these niggas talkin' like they know me (Gllah)
I be spinnin' tryna get it clickin'
But these niggas swear that I don't
I'm happy, you thinkin' I don't
Send shots and get low with it, Casper the ghost (Gllah)
Send shots, like, like
It was murder she wrote
Bad-Bad bitch, murder her throat
TP for president, I got her vote
Bla-Black sheep, fuck bein' the G.O.A.T
Need my pockets fat, my pockets bloated
You switched up, duly noted
People gon' change but gold stay golden (Gllah)
Ain't from ATL but I got four pockets full, like
When I'm totin' that thing I feel so unstoppable, like
Hollows in the G, like, call it rocket fuel, like
(Hollows in the G, like, call it rocket fuel)

[Chorus]
Like
Bro-bro went coo' so I gotta go dumber
.40 kickin' like a punner
I gotta make it, the hood is a bummer
It could get nasty like a gutter
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through thunder
Sky clear but I'm still walkin' through rain
If the first shot missed, I'm adjustin' my aim