Outa Pocket
Leaving these rappers in peril, they terrible
Apparently looking for pats on the back
Sneaking like Perry the Platypus
Bury the half of the lads in the back
Actually smacking the whack
Naturally ask what you lack
I'm macking
I'm packing the punches like Pacquiao back in the day without masks
Remember then, when you met a gem with your gentleman
She get a friend that'll let him in
Never met again, but you get a win, how elegant
Elevate, like an elephant, making big moves and it's evident
Grab a bat, man, so I can avenge all the robbin like Netherlands
Such goals
Looking at me like whoa
Like how'd he get that flow
Shit be sounding so cold
Like 10 degrees below
She fuck with my Steelo
Shoot again, reload
Get the green, CeeLo, we know
You outa pocket like picking nickels to pay your parking
I play regardless and paint a picture of tainted artists
I hate the talking, and bitch slap debaters squawking
I'm straight to balling, you Alec Baldwin, you are departed right out of this bitch
Get some clout for this bitch
Everybody screaming out like a mouse in this shit
You were talking out your ass, got a mouth where you shit
I've been always sticking out like Alfalfa and shit
Get some power and dip like I'm 50 eating salsa
Someone feed me all the pasta
Go to Philly on the Patco then I'm back home in mi casa
Smack an asshole if he talk up
Leave him scarred like he Mufasa
I don't deal with new imposters
Feeling the fire like Satan been planning to make up some damage
I'm back in my zone
Peyton Manning, getting paid for my throwaways
A hoe a day keeping the doctors at home
Hate a man, but I'll shake his hand
Make a fan when I graze the land
Crazy man like I ate a Xan
Shake a man like an Auntie Anne's, you a soft pretzel
Drop a kid, and they all gentle
Shock the game like LeBron dribbles
Mock a sin when you talk devil
Moccasins and a sweatshirt when it's cold out and we all tremble
Can't make it to my level
Spot a bitch like a small freckle, it's all simple
Oh my god I got some thinking to do
Tell that bitch if she don't fuck with me, then fuck with my crew
I got nothing to lose, but I got something to prove
And my team is always eating, I got love for my dudes
Apparently looking for pats on the back
Sneaking like Perry the Platypus
Bury the half of the lads in the back
Actually smacking the whack
Naturally ask what you lack
I'm macking
I'm packing the punches like Pacquiao back in the day without masks
Remember then, when you met a gem with your gentleman
She get a friend that'll let him in
Never met again, but you get a win, how elegant
Elevate, like an elephant, making big moves and it's evident
Grab a bat, man, so I can avenge all the robbin like Netherlands
Such goals
Looking at me like whoa
Like how'd he get that flow
Shit be sounding so cold
Like 10 degrees below
She fuck with my Steelo
Shoot again, reload
Get the green, CeeLo, we know
You outa pocket like picking nickels to pay your parking
I play regardless and paint a picture of tainted artists
I hate the talking, and bitch slap debaters squawking
I'm straight to balling, you Alec Baldwin, you are departed right out of this bitch
Get some clout for this bitch
Everybody screaming out like a mouse in this shit
You were talking out your ass, got a mouth where you shit
I've been always sticking out like Alfalfa and shit
Get some power and dip like I'm 50 eating salsa
Someone feed me all the pasta
Go to Philly on the Patco then I'm back home in mi casa
Smack an asshole if he talk up
Leave him scarred like he Mufasa
I don't deal with new imposters
Feeling the fire like Satan been planning to make up some damage
I'm back in my zone
Peyton Manning, getting paid for my throwaways
A hoe a day keeping the doctors at home
Hate a man, but I'll shake his hand
Make a fan when I graze the land
Crazy man like I ate a Xan
Shake a man like an Auntie Anne's, you a soft pretzel
Drop a kid, and they all gentle
Shock the game like LeBron dribbles
Mock a sin when you talk devil
Moccasins and a sweatshirt when it's cold out and we all tremble
Can't make it to my level
Spot a bitch like a small freckle, it's all simple
Oh my god I got some thinking to do
Tell that bitch if she don't fuck with me, then fuck with my crew
I got nothing to lose, but I got something to prove
And my team is always eating, I got love for my dudes
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Writer(s): Adam Dashevsky
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