Rockets Song-Rich the Kid Ft. Takeoff

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Cookie bag flavor, that’s my fragrance (Types of cookie)
What’s the point of cuffin’ hoes? They ain’t faithful (What’s the point?)
Ghostride the Wraith, ‘Rari just for racin’ (Skrrt, Rolls or the ‘Rari)
I can’t wait ’cause I ain’t got patience (I’m sorry)
And my bitch is bad, I can’t do no basics (She bad, bad)
Travel ’round the world, leaving traces (Yeah, whew)
At the show, they rage, it’s outrageous (Huh? Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Rich)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
You a punk (You a punk), don’t touch my cup (Don’t touch my cup)
Ice it up, she wan’ fuck (She wan’ fuck), huh
You goin’ out sad today (Sad)
She might get a bag today (Might get a bag)
Ooh, I just might break the safe (Safe)
I just might black the Wraith (Skrrt)
It was just me and Take’ (Take’)
Was a whole lot of cash to make (To make)
I’m in the club with a rocket (Rocket)
The racks are stuffed in my pocket (Racks)
In my new coupe (Skrrt), it’s a new boot
Mixin’ the Cookie with Sherbet
Too many diamonds, I’m making ’em nervous (Ice)
Got my cash right (Right)
We sip Act’ right (Act’)
Niggas still hatin’ (Hatin’)
Thought I wouldn’t make it (Woah)
Call up the plug, he waiting (Plug, he waitin’)
Cookie bag got it stankin’ (Stankin’)
Rich nigga, I was patient (Patient)
Bitches all different flavors (Huh?)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Cookie bag flavor, that’s my fragrance (Types of cookie)
What’s the point of cuffin’ hoes? They ain’t faithful (What’s the point?)
Ghostride the Wraith, ‘Rari just for racin’ (Skrrt, Rolls or the ‘Rari)
I can’t wait ’cause I ain’t got patience (I’m sorry)
And my bitch is bad, I can’t do no basics (She bad, bad)
Travel ’round the world, leaving traces (Whew)
At the show, they rage, it’s outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I don’t smoke no OG, bitch, I’m only smoking Cookies (Cookies)
Threw twenty bands at a random bitch at Tootsies (Thirty)
No, I’m not your baby daddy, I just pop like fifteen Xannies (Ooh)
Sip a pint, now I’m happy, side bitch from Cincinnati (Goddamn)
Woke up, pop a bean (Ooh), that’s my everyday routine (Yeah)
On a PJ, sipping lean (Huh?), smokin’ dope with Charlie Sheen (Woo)
Ugly hoes can’t hang with us (No), no, we do not pay to fuck
That bitch look like a crackhead that sniff angel dust
Ooh, I just woke up in a Bentley coupe (Huh?)
Ooh, I know that she wanna fuck the crew
Like damn, Lil Pump just gave your daughter a Xan’ (Ooh)
Like damn, fuck her so good that I broke her back (Damn)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Cookie bag flavor, that’s my fragrance (Types of cookie)
What’s the point of cuffin’ hoes? They ain’t faithful (What’s the point?)
Ghostride the Wraith, ‘Rari just for racin’ (Skrrt, Rolls or the ‘Rari)
I can’t wait ’cause I ain’t got patience (I’m sorry)
And my bitch is bad, I can’t do no basics (She bad, bad)
Travel ’round the world, leaving traces (Whew)
At the show, they rage, it’s outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade)