Rockets/Do It

By Frzy

On God King Slave

Released on September 30, 2016

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[Part I: Rockets]


[Verse 1: Frzy]

You must be out of your loco

To fuck wit this dope flow

‘Cause ya boy got escrow

I pull the black card

Like I’m Jim Crow

I got me a bad hoe

That’s headed out

That’s time to blow

So I flex with the Rolex

‘cause the Swiss don’t miss

No coco

I got a big ego

That’s why he blow

You wear out

What I outgrow

I’m murderin’ this beat yo

And you mourning

Like Ebro

I swear yo

I’m spittin’ way better

Than I ever been

Got a bad bitch

And we goin’ in

Ocho Cinco

Fuck that

Evelyn

(You’ll never win)

I got a resume of a veteran

Niggas know I’m goin’ in

President’s in my pants

Like I’m Marilyn

Niggas ain’t hot

And they settlin’

So settle in

They be meddlin’

But I’m ‘gon win

Start the

Countdown at 10

‘Cause I’m on one

Now begin


[Hook: Frzy]

I swear that all you hatin’ niggas

Make me laugh

Rockets

Rockets

Rockets

My nigga I’m havin’ a blast


[Verse 2: Frzy]

Just to keep it 100

I could go 0 to 100

And for you niggas

That want me hunted

I tell them to go for it

But they punted

‘Cause they scared of me

Scared of me

Tell them other rappers to

Prepare for me

All these little niggas want

Harvey D

But that’s one thing

Like Amerie

Sé Marie

What up baby

Pour a little Clique

In my cup baby

Gun on me

Get crazy

No safety

Champ Bailey

Nigga you a snap

I’m glad I’m a quarterback

I might corner that like who dat

I thought you was sorta wack

But you more than wack

I knew that

And now they wanna fuck wit me

See how the baby be

I blew that


[Hook: Frzy]

I swear that all you hatin’ niggas

Make me laugh

Rockets

Rockets

Rockets

My nigga I’m havin’ a blast

I swear that all you hatin’ niggas

Make me laugh

Rockets

Rockets

Rockets

My nigga I’m havin’ a blast


[Part II: Do It]


[Intro: Frzy]

Do it

Do it

Do it

Do it

Do it

Do it

Do it

Do it


[Verse: Frzy]

Fuck what you talking ‘bout

Nigga who better than this

The ones that are better not better

They better have asses to kiss

‘Cause I got no doubt that they doubt

No doubt

That’s the usual diss

But I just can’t miss when this king’s

Got a pen now I’m feelin’ like Fisk

Man

Excuses excuses

I know it kill you on the inside

Please don’t confuse it with lupus

When it come to my name

They keep lyin’ but

Please don’t confuse it with Lucious

It just make me wanna go

Shoot up a pussy

Don’t confuse it with douches

I was 23 like Jordan

When I started to do it

Then these haters came

With the 45

On the mic when they do it

But my team dream so I do it

I’m Jordan 9’s when I do it

But that’s what me and

Jordan bred for

I’m like Nike when I do it