Outta Pocket

It ain't gotta be like that nigga why you hating?
Made it out the slums but you bums sleeping in the basement
Get yo hoe from near me dawg she wanna get adjacent
I den came back in the A like a nigga name was Tom Brady
Baby wanna fuck, I asked her can we add Paris?
Can't no rookie get to me you gon need a whole sheriff
Big Rapids freak, I just heard she fucked the whole Ferris
In Miami wit a hoe, she said fuck her whole parents

I told her, yea baby i understand
Stuffed it in my pocket, I just said fuck a rubber band
She said he gon get jealous, I said bitch fuck yo other man
When we catch the flight to the crib, I'm gon fuck yo friend
She talking outta pocket
But it's only lint in hers
It's always the pussies that be scared when we spin the curb

Aye, I was talking loose
Been running shit, all I wear is them jogging suits
Salute to my dawgs, dream we had about to come true
CPE a XL but soon we gon cop coupes
Thinking to myself, how I start rapping?
Glad I went the other way from niggas who had start trappin'

I can look him in his eyes
If he a hoe, I will not dap him
This corona shit forreal, I can't waste it on a fat bastard
I'd rather waste the bullets on you when that cap blasting
Five rounds I hit the bitch
I told her I am not lasting
I talk shit over a beat
I am not rapping
Bitch snuck a pic while I was sleep
I'm bout to start spazzing
Play if you want lil nigga we is not lacking
Ninja Turtles wit the sticks, all my niggas really back packing



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Writer(s): Tyriek Carson
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