Pockets Full

(Yeah my pockets full up in this bitch)
(Yeah turn me up don't turn me down)
(Ha)
Yeah my pockets full they stuffed up
Got me walking with a limp
Like bitch don't give me lip
You ain't fucking with a simp
Told you tie your shoes real tight
Because you always like to trip
Wasn't raised to be a duck
Man I'ma descendant of a pimp
Yea my pockets full up in this bitch
I'm turnt up don't turn me down
That check it rule the world
Because that money make it go around
My paw taught me Omertà
When it get real
Bitch I don't make a sound
I was brought up in New Orleans
Where the youngins keep them choppers out
Bitch I'm the one they talk about
I cut the old bitch
Get a new one then im popping out
And then I do that shit again
And I ain't stopping now
Buss up a hoe
Then get her friend because I'm popping now
(Ahaha)
If I know that you a snake
Then you can't trust me
Man I ain't gotta ask for pussy
All these bitches wanna fuck me
My last bitch had it easy she got lucky
Left that la bitch all alone
That's Child's Play
I feel like Chucky
Could say I love you one day
Next day I'm not interested
She going brazy bout that dick
I know she missing it
I don't give a fuck about your scars
Bitch ian kissing it
(Uh uh)
I say roger that
I'm versatile with all this shit
I switched my flow up nigga
Copy that
Might could say that we could work
But best believe i'll never need you
Cause I ain't begging no poo nigga
For a feature
(Uh)
Man these niggas spreading lies
La bitch I'm not that guy
He say that he gone do me some
La nigga come and try
Nigga told me it's on sight
But passed me up while walking by
He ain't gone come and try
I see the fear up in his eyes
He a bitch up in disguise
He ain't like that
He sending threats over the phone
Bitch I don't write back
Man he the type to run and hide
He ain't gone fight back
Man every time I took my lick
I got it right back
These hoes be foolish and full of confusion
That shit amusing
Bitch go listen to my music
Now she hate me bitch is stupid
She let me fuck her the first night
And then gone ask how she a groupie
Yeah my pockets full they stuffed up
Got me walking with a limp
Like bitch don't give me lip
You ain't fucking with a simp
Told you tie your shoes real tight
Because you always like to trip
Wasn't raised to be a duck
Man I'ma descendant of a pimp
Yea my pockets full up in this bitch
I'm turnt up don't turn me down
That check it rule the world
Because that money make it go around
My paw taught me Omertà
When it get real
Bitch I don't make a sound
I was brought up in New Orleans
Where the youngins keep them choppers out
(Bitch I'm the one they talk about)
(I cut the old bitch get a new one)
(Then im popping out)
(And then I do that shit again)
(And I ain't stopping now)
(Buss up a hoe)
(Then get her friend)
(Because I'm popping now)
(Ahaha)