Left Pocket, Right Pocket!
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say freeze
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
I'll swipe your bitch
They'll swipe your card
I got some racks in the back of the car
Push to start
You ain't fooling me boy you broke like a heart
You ain't playing your part yeah
Fuck all these n*ggas I'm going to mars
When I smoke out the jar
I might just smoke me a blunt and forget it
None of my checks get splitted
She not a school what I look like committing
These n*ggas cap like a fitted
They can't believe it lil n*gga I did it
Lil n*gga I did it
The way that she ride me she might get a ticket
Racks Ima' flip it
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say freeze
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
I'm getting racks by any means
This a fat backwood not no game green
It's a whole lot of racks inside these jeans
I'm losing my shit Little Bo Peep
Neck wet like a shower money counter go beep
Bro tote the heat
Cause' I got these chains on my neck like a n*gga really having hella' keys
Having Blue Cheese, Hold on
You dont want smoke with us you'll get too smacked
Right pocket having these racks
But i'm looking at you girl cause' you know you posed' to have my back
Left pocket hold that strap but the back pockets don't hold shit
But God damn crack huh
Smoking on dope to relax huh
I'm getting paper lil n*gga thats fax huh
I hit the road they call me Jack
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say freeze
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
I'll swipe your bitch
They'll swipe your card
I got some racks in the back of the car
Push to start
You ain't fooling me boy you broke like a heart
You ain't playing your part yeah
Fuck all these n*ggas I'm going to mars
When I smoke out the jar
I might just smoke me a blunt and forget it
None of my checks get splitted
She not a school what I look like committing
These n*ggas cap like a fitted
They can't believe it lil n*gga I did it
Lil n*gga I did it
The way that she ride me she might get a ticket
Racks Ima' flip it
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say freeze
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
I'm getting racks by any means
This a fat backwood not no game green
It's a whole lot of racks inside these jeans
I'm losing my shit Little Bo Peep
Neck wet like a shower money counter go beep
Bro tote the heat
Cause' I got these chains on my neck like a n*gga really having hella' keys
Having Blue Cheese, Hold on
You dont want smoke with us you'll get too smacked
Right pocket having these racks
But i'm looking at you girl cause' you know you posed' to have my back
Left pocket hold that strap but the back pockets don't hold shit
But God damn crack huh
Smoking on dope to relax huh
I'm getting paper lil n*gga thats fax huh
I hit the road they call me Jack
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say freeze
Right pocket hold my bank
But it's looking like I might have some racks straight bust out the jeans
Left pocket hold this stank
Good gas man this shit got a couple different colors than green yeah
Don't give a fuck what you mean yeah
Every season I roll with a leaf yeah
Soap on the fit cause that shit was clean
Credits
Writer(s): Jamari Mckenzie
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