Pockets Heavy
Yeah,
I been working all fucking year for this
Got opinions, but I'm never hearing shit
Drinking heavy, man I gotta chill with this
Made decisions man I had to live with it (live)
Some people talk to talk (to talk)
Shawty my queen, she stay in queens I had to fly to New York (vrooom)
Went and got money they say that it changed me
Yeah woah, pockets got heavy but I'm still the same me
Yeah aye, drip on my body the waters get wavy (waters get wavy)
Yeah, I hit that bitch and I pass it like Brady (pass it like brady)
Cheeto they hate all the moves that you make
I keep it real, while these niggas fake
They got a problem won't speak to my face
Feel like I'm Meek how my dreams getting chased
You got a problem, I give you my number
Houston my city, I'm hot in the summer
CLB hoodie but I ain't no lover
I keep it strapped ain't talking no rubber
Phone dead and I'm fucked up
No charge don't know who to call
I been living like it's no tomorrow
Big head can't tell you shit cause you know it all
She the type just to blow it all, visa swiping
All this pressure really made a diamond
Niggas with me, yeah you know they hype me
Ain't no probably know my niggas got me to the death of it
Yeah, ain't no probably, I know my niggas got me
I pray they never try me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah,
I been working all fucking year for this
Got opinions, but I'm never hearing shit
Drinking heavy, man I gotta chill with this
Made decisions man I had to live with it (live)
Some people talk to talk (they talk)
Shawty my queen, she stay in queens I had to fly to New York (vrooom)
Went and got money they say that it changed me
Yeah woah, pockets got heavy but I'm still the same me
Yeah aye, drip on my body the waters get wavy (waters get wavy)
Yeah, I hit that bitch and I pass it like Brady (pass it like brady)
People they love you, to hate you again
Circle so tiny I stay to my friends
She type the message but never hit send
I type the message and she wanna know if I meant what I said (meant what I said)
Aye yeah, baby you know if I said it I meant it
Pockets got heavy you know I'mma spend it
Guap in my pocket, it bust out my denim
Stay at your door man you know I deliver
Nigga don't push me, but I ain't no killer
Dance on your body you zombie like thriller
Sheesh, aye niggas is zombies
Yeah niggas they copy my moves I ain't got time to get sloppy
Yeah, I chop the top like karate most these niggas get dodgy
Seen the look in your eyes
I can tell you really not
I can tell you scared of it
Gotta stay ahead of it
Far I gotta take it
I see niggas hating hella
Yeah, yeah
I don't like none of these niggas cause most of these niggas be preaching that cap
Shawty get mad when I don't reply
Like I don't have time for the snap
The what?
Aye, yeah, I'mma text you right back
Cut niggas off that were holding me back
I got a nina the scope is attached
Come for my head than I'm shooting right back
Come for my head than I cut off your legs
Niggas that fucked with me ended up dead
Doors suicidal they jumped off the ledge
Hear what I'm saying, don't get what I said
I'm going krazy ain't taking my meds
Word to your grandmother, and your mommy they take all my songs and they play it
I was hot in 17'
I didn't pop till the 20's
I ain't never sign a deal
This more than just some money
Than I went and got some money
And they say that it changed me
Know my pockets got heavy
But I still be the same me
Yeah, yeah yeah
I pray they never try me
I been working all fucking year for this
Got opinions, but I'm never hearing shit
Drinking heavy, man I gotta chill with this
Made decisions man I had to live with it (live)
Some people talk to talk (to talk)
Shawty my queen, she stay in queens I had to fly to New York (vrooom)
Went and got money they say that it changed me
Yeah woah, pockets got heavy but I'm still the same me
Yeah aye, drip on my body the waters get wavy (waters get wavy)
Yeah, I hit that bitch and I pass it like Brady (pass it like brady)
Cheeto they hate all the moves that you make
I keep it real, while these niggas fake
They got a problem won't speak to my face
Feel like I'm Meek how my dreams getting chased
You got a problem, I give you my number
Houston my city, I'm hot in the summer
CLB hoodie but I ain't no lover
I keep it strapped ain't talking no rubber
Phone dead and I'm fucked up
No charge don't know who to call
I been living like it's no tomorrow
Big head can't tell you shit cause you know it all
She the type just to blow it all, visa swiping
All this pressure really made a diamond
Niggas with me, yeah you know they hype me
Ain't no probably know my niggas got me to the death of it
Yeah, ain't no probably, I know my niggas got me
I pray they never try me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah,
I been working all fucking year for this
Got opinions, but I'm never hearing shit
Drinking heavy, man I gotta chill with this
Made decisions man I had to live with it (live)
Some people talk to talk (they talk)
Shawty my queen, she stay in queens I had to fly to New York (vrooom)
Went and got money they say that it changed me
Yeah woah, pockets got heavy but I'm still the same me
Yeah aye, drip on my body the waters get wavy (waters get wavy)
Yeah, I hit that bitch and I pass it like Brady (pass it like brady)
People they love you, to hate you again
Circle so tiny I stay to my friends
She type the message but never hit send
I type the message and she wanna know if I meant what I said (meant what I said)
Aye yeah, baby you know if I said it I meant it
Pockets got heavy you know I'mma spend it
Guap in my pocket, it bust out my denim
Stay at your door man you know I deliver
Nigga don't push me, but I ain't no killer
Dance on your body you zombie like thriller
Sheesh, aye niggas is zombies
Yeah niggas they copy my moves I ain't got time to get sloppy
Yeah, I chop the top like karate most these niggas get dodgy
Seen the look in your eyes
I can tell you really not
I can tell you scared of it
Gotta stay ahead of it
Far I gotta take it
I see niggas hating hella
Yeah, yeah
I don't like none of these niggas cause most of these niggas be preaching that cap
Shawty get mad when I don't reply
Like I don't have time for the snap
The what?
Aye, yeah, I'mma text you right back
Cut niggas off that were holding me back
I got a nina the scope is attached
Come for my head than I'm shooting right back
Come for my head than I cut off your legs
Niggas that fucked with me ended up dead
Doors suicidal they jumped off the ledge
Hear what I'm saying, don't get what I said
I'm going krazy ain't taking my meds
Word to your grandmother, and your mommy they take all my songs and they play it
I was hot in 17'
I didn't pop till the 20's
I ain't never sign a deal
This more than just some money
Than I went and got some money
And they say that it changed me
Know my pockets got heavy
But I still be the same me
Yeah, yeah yeah
I pray they never try me
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