Playboi Carti - That Girl (Rocket) lyrics

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Playboi Carti - That Girl (Rocket) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah That be Maaly Raw Now, now is my time Now is my time That be Maaly Raw [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Everybody rock with me because I'm up now Took your girl and I'ma score, like I made the touch-down Swervin' and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bust down Pull up in that flooding with an iced out watch Whip it look like bu*ter baby, pecan drop Pick and drop, put that phone, handsome drop Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot Got them rocks, Diamond rocks, whip the pot Suicide, 1600, that's the block Hit your girl that's check free She ain´t used to text me Now she won't caress me She keep tryna neck me I got' tell my bestie, someone call my bestie Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed You know that I'm smoking dope, I'll be high til' next week Know I had to let her go, cause she can't arrest me [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Walking with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the ally with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or a Rari, hoe let choose We gon' the rob the bank, brain lose We gon' take the boy back to school Money on the floor just like some shoes [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Stackin', Rackin', all of this and I'm packin' My life here is like a movie minus all the actin' Jacket, jack it, yeah it's made of rabbit Diamonds on my neck and wrist they compliment that karats You ain't nuthin' but a mockingbird, boy you a parrot! Oops, yeah my bad, that's your girl? We could share it Might buy her diamonds and pearls, but can't marry She, said my D-Bomb like a terrorist He, thinkin' he on but man, that's barely We, rock all white ice look like dairy Kids, my red hellcat it sound scary Please, you talk sh** and you get buried See, ain't no f** n***a around me I said free my dogs from the county Yeah, the ones on the run from the bounty Yeah, diamonds they so wet, need some bounty [Chorus: Playboi Carti] Walking with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the ally with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or a Rari, hol'at chu We gon the rob the bank, brain lose We gon take the boy back to school Money on the floor just like some shoes

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