Pokédex (feat. BRØCK)

I lose money like I'm losing my friends
Lost 20k and I lost 20 homies
I don't give no shits about them foos
Tell them one less homie they just lose
Drama in the burb is some simple shit
I don't blackmail though, I just let it rip
Band-aid off, I'm making it bleed
Tourniquet on, I'm cutting them feet
Feet fuck your bitch, I don't want to say it
Socks off now, with some halftime lotion
Pedicure clean I'm going to lick them toes
Making her squeal when I'm on the road
Hands on two and ten, while her titties on my eyes
Auto-pilot when she grinding on the ride
No plan B bitch, but I'm cumming inside
Planned parenthood without planned homicide

Stuck in the wings
Ouu, that stings
I'm just trying to show you what losing means
Moving up, Gucci tuck
Just wait until you see me with the Birkin up
Sip on this, have a trip
Live the life that you want to live in
Loose grip, detach
Rope to reality, got to give it slack
Lose my mind overtime
Thinking I just left cloud nine
I don't know what to do
My mind got one screw and it's getting loose
Drop a stack on a bag
See these bitches, ain't looking past
Drop that ass, throw it back
Give me a reason to make this last

This song, fake scandalous!
Next song, is the truth!
Homewrecking, I'm past this
But what future holds, what will I do?
Fornication raps, my big cap
Intercourse, I never misused
But collecting your girl like a Pokédex
Every type in my compu
Terrestrial girl what I look for
Like me, since I am a unicorn
Healthy boy with them big arms
Celibate, but a chick magnet, ahh
Why she so thicc, though?
I get her snap, so cute, I'm going to text her
Lame responses, psh, I'm used to do that
Until she asking for adderall the fuck that?!

CVS Pharm where she gets those pills
Then she sells them to the addicts for 20 a pop
She work a five to two shift at the local bar
She attracts regulars because her looks aren't subpar
Cute girl make guys obsessed with her
She don't care, she just wants to smoke her weed
Feel good, pop a xanny once in two weeks
Maybe sleep with someone's husband, keep it a sec
Rhetoric don't matter, unless you got her drugs
You go to school? She don't care, smoke this blunt
Make her late to her shift, you smoking, too high
And when she leaves you feel lonely inside
But wait, you can visit her when she goes to work
She's so cute, you'll be there for her everyday
Get on the stool. You really don't usually drink
But you like her. You'll get a couple. Give her a tip



Credits
Writer(s): Desmon Brock
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