Deposit
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't really got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't really got to hide it
Slip up little homie I want you to do it
Fall into bullets you leaking out fluid
Trying to be peaceful but now I'm like screw it
She swallow on Dick but at first she just chew it
My problems are slowly coming to a end
Pick up a vice now Devo sipping gin
Rocking the mic I'm flowing til the end
Wrist full of ice I'm walking with a 10
Taliban divide the boys from the men
Fuck on your bitch and then shoot up your kin
Run up and you'll get a fist to the chin
Smoking on herb got me feeling my zen
Rocking with Devo they know they gone win
Fuck it my niggas on bullshit again
How could you run a place you never been
Keep with the bumping I'll fill you with Tin
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
How you gone say I ain't really in the field
Just cause you don't see me don't mean I ain't here
Hit up your homie ask him who he fear
Bullets gone hit and lock up like a gear
You in my lane I'm watching where you veer
I'm the evil version up inside of your mirror
I'm the Devil whispering inside of your ear
I'm the nigga stopping you from leaving this year
Before we end it got a lot on my brain
Lot of people really make me insane
Pop a xannie say I'm doing cocaine
Got a plug in china send the work with lo mein
Pistol popping popper popping Perkies for pain
Robbing niggas with a mask like I'm bane
Slapping niggas with a stick and a cane
Bitches be knighting the Dick like get slain
I'm just gone pick up the cash like a crane
When I'm the plane bet my wrist make it rain
Too losses going to lead to a gain
Can't wait for these bitches to all know my name
Diss me little nigga you digging a grave
Hundreds on Hundreds ain't missing a phrase
Potato on the barrel making it lays
Peel up your body dump it in a maze
Depositing all of my guap in a safe
One day you gone see me pull up in a wraith
Choppers retarded call them special Ks
Devo go mental starting up a craze
All of these bitches loving Devo ways
She suck on the Dick and give a nigga praise
She only want fuck me for another raise
I'm popping like bubbles I'm getting them plays
Put rocks on my neck I guess I'm a collector
Touch on the money call me a molester
Diamonds too real I broke another tester
Get to my cheese they call a nigga Chester
Life is a movie and I'm the director
You cause a scene we gone shoot in your sector
Teaching you peons they call me professor
This economics today is a lecture
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't really got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't really got to hide it
Slip up little homie I want you to do it
Fall into bullets you leaking out fluid
Trying to be peaceful but now I'm like screw it
She swallow on Dick but at first she just chew it
My problems are slowly coming to a end
Pick up a vice now Devo sipping gin
Rocking the mic I'm flowing til the end
Wrist full of ice I'm walking with a 10
Taliban divide the boys from the men
Fuck on your bitch and then shoot up your kin
Run up and you'll get a fist to the chin
Smoking on herb got me feeling my zen
Rocking with Devo they know they gone win
Fuck it my niggas on bullshit again
How could you run a place you never been
Keep with the bumping I'll fill you with Tin
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
How you gone say I ain't really in the field
Just cause you don't see me don't mean I ain't here
Hit up your homie ask him who he fear
Bullets gone hit and lock up like a gear
You in my lane I'm watching where you veer
I'm the evil version up inside of your mirror
I'm the Devil whispering inside of your ear
I'm the nigga stopping you from leaving this year
Before we end it got a lot on my brain
Lot of people really make me insane
Pop a xannie say I'm doing cocaine
Got a plug in china send the work with lo mein
Pistol popping popper popping Perkies for pain
Robbing niggas with a mask like I'm bane
Slapping niggas with a stick and a cane
Bitches be knighting the Dick like get slain
I'm just gone pick up the cash like a crane
When I'm the plane bet my wrist make it rain
Too losses going to lead to a gain
Can't wait for these bitches to all know my name
Diss me little nigga you digging a grave
Hundreds on Hundreds ain't missing a phrase
Potato on the barrel making it lays
Peel up your body dump it in a maze
Depositing all of my guap in a safe
One day you gone see me pull up in a wraith
Choppers retarded call them special Ks
Devo go mental starting up a craze
All of these bitches loving Devo ways
She suck on the Dick and give a nigga praise
She only want fuck me for another raise
I'm popping like bubbles I'm getting them plays
Put rocks on my neck I guess I'm a collector
Touch on the money call me a molester
Diamonds too real I broke another tester
Get to my cheese they call a nigga Chester
Life is a movie and I'm the director
You cause a scene we gone shoot in your sector
Teaching you peons they call me professor
This economics today is a lecture
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
Check the deposit
I just been stacking my pocket
Other pocket got a rocket
Run up on me 'Imma pop it
Cock it
Now it's one up in the cockpit
Stop it
You want smoke then you get rotted
Tryna flex but you not it
Fuck with Devo he get knotted
Keep on thinking I ain't got it
I ain't even got to hide it
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Writer(s): Devin Little
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