"Rocket Science" lyrics
(Oh, you turnt)
Huh, blast off in a UFO, this ain't no rocket science
(Now you know it)
Huh, huh, blast off in a UFO, huh
Blasting off in UFOs, could teach a nigga
Blasting off in UFO—
Blast off in a UFO, blasting off
Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no—
Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no rocket science
Every time I catch a opp, he yell out, "Stop the violence"
Who bitch I'm finna fuck, boy, I cannot decide
Rocking Gucci, jumping out the Hawk, can't say I'm not the flyest
Need a lab coat, I take the Faygo and do chemistry
Cellar full of Wocky, not no Hennessy
Doin' combat with this bitch, she finna finish me
They gon' ride our motherfuckin' wave until it hit the beach
Hit the strip and let it fly, you niggas pinch pennies
Boogers in my Buffies, I ain't sick, silly
She say I'm the shit, but I ain't shit really
Them ain't VVs in your bezel, boy, your wrist dilly
Unky wrist wet
Hit a opp with five nines, he was 6'6"
Playing with that cheddar cheese, get you Swiss quick
Every day I scratch another model off my hit list
My patience thin, but my bitch thick
Let a ho ho and let a bitch bitch
With your bae, it's suck, fuck, not no kiss-kiss
They probably think a nigga Morty 'cause the fit Rick
Cuddy probably hit more stains than a tie stick
I'm with my side bitch, Glocky, that's my sidekick
I'm tryna be up front, like let me get behind it
How I'm in them pockets for that sack, could win the Heisman
Your bitch fuckin', when she pull up, she know the assignment
Hit it with a .308, it's with me, some alignment
Thought I had the fuck to give, but shit, I couldn't find it
Talking to my skrilla like I'm Skilla, you the finest
Say she got a nigga, I don't mind it
Put my Rollie in her face, the bitch was blinded
Went and dropped three thousand on the coat just for the climate
Took the rocky way up to success, just had to climb it
She gon' bow down, treat me like her highness
Every time I see that money call, I get excited
Paper on the floor, I get to dicing
All bro know is crash, why the fuck he got a license?
You think my wrist was swole how I iced it
All these K's at the spot, they think we ISIS
Left him fighting for his life, thought we was fighting
Pushing all these keys, niggas think I'm typing
Dogshit Militia
Huh, blast off in a UFO, this ain't no rocket science
(Now you know it)
Huh, huh, blast off in a UFO, huh
Blasting off in UFOs, could teach a nigga
Blasting off in UFO—
Blast off in a UFO, blasting off
Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no—
Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no rocket science
Every time I catch a opp, he yell out, "Stop the violence"
Who bitch I'm finna fuck, boy, I cannot decide
Rocking Gucci, jumping out the Hawk, can't say I'm not the flyest
Need a lab coat, I take the Faygo and do chemistry
Cellar full of Wocky, not no Hennessy
Doin' combat with this bitch, she finna finish me
They gon' ride our motherfuckin' wave until it hit the beach
Hit the strip and let it fly, you niggas pinch pennies
Boogers in my Buffies, I ain't sick, silly
She say I'm the shit, but I ain't shit really
Them ain't VVs in your bezel, boy, your wrist dilly
Unky wrist wet
Hit a opp with five nines, he was 6'6"
Playing with that cheddar cheese, get you Swiss quick
Every day I scratch another model off my hit list
My patience thin, but my bitch thick
Let a ho ho and let a bitch bitch
With your bae, it's suck, fuck, not no kiss-kiss
They probably think a nigga Morty 'cause the fit Rick
Cuddy probably hit more stains than a tie stick
I'm with my side bitch, Glocky, that's my sidekick
I'm tryna be up front, like let me get behind it
How I'm in them pockets for that sack, could win the Heisman
Your bitch fuckin', when she pull up, she know the assignment
Hit it with a .308, it's with me, some alignment
Thought I had the fuck to give, but shit, I couldn't find it
Talking to my skrilla like I'm Skilla, you the finest
Say she got a nigga, I don't mind it
Put my Rollie in her face, the bitch was blinded
Went and dropped three thousand on the coat just for the climate
Took the rocky way up to success, just had to climb it
She gon' bow down, treat me like her highness
Every time I see that money call, I get excited
Paper on the floor, I get to dicing
All bro know is crash, why the fuck he got a license?
You think my wrist was swole how I iced it
All these K's at the spot, they think we ISIS
Left him fighting for his life, thought we was fighting
Pushing all these keys, niggas think I'm typing
Dogshit Militia
