Pocket Rocket/Liver
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
And we walk inside the bank, I can't find bankroll
Then I pull up on your choppers, then I slide with the coupe
And y'all know I sip green, and y'all know I sip booze
Hop inside the bankroll, ooh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
(Ooh)
And y'all know that we get bigger, huh
And y'all know we shoot sixers, huh
Pussy boy you not big enough, huh
Bitch open up your liver
Yea, open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
In the skies, yea we fall
Till' we die, yea we crawl
Yellow tape around his body for the dogs
Yea, am I, am I wrong? (bitch)
Fuck her like Diana Ross
Tell that bitch she in the wrong. (yea yea)
Fuck her then I did 4 wrongs. (yea ye)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
And we walk inside the bank, I can't find bankroll
Then I pull up on your choppers, then I slide with the coupe
And y'all know I sip green, and y'all know I sip booze
Hop inside the bankroll, ooh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
(Ooh)
And y'all know that we get bigger, huh
And y'all know we shoot sixers, huh
Pussy boy you not big enough, huh
Bitch open up your liver
Yea, open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Open up your liver
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
Yea, and I got 5 bandz in my pocket, huh
Shoot a bitch up like a fucking pocket rocket, huh
In the skies, yea we fall
Till' we die, yea we crawl
Yellow tape around his body for the dogs
Yea, am I, am I wrong? (bitch)
Fuck her like Diana Ross
Tell that bitch she in the wrong. (yea yea)
Fuck her then I did 4 wrongs. (yea ye)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
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Writer(s): Mostafa Rezk
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