Pockets Pt. 1

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Ayyy what gang gang gang
Will, stop playing with these niggas
Gotta pick the pockets on a nigga, had to steal his shit
Had to break into his house, I had to hit the lick

How you think I got all this shit? No, I ain't selling bricks
Don't f*ck with the shit
We in all black attire, niggas scared I'm Michael Myers
Niggas feening over shit, they might just be some buyers

I'ma beat his ass, he gon' need backup
Leave the nigga on the floor, it's time to pack up
He mad, he ain't got his stack up
He a broke boy, you ain't even know

He got them fake ass diamonds on his neck, it's just for show
That bitch cost like 2.50 at the corner store
He ain't fucking rich, he live in the trenches, yo
Ayy, had to bring it back, had to bring it back around

Nigga think he a hound, so I put him in the pound
He ain't even ready for the hollows, shoot him down
Harlem shaking on the ground, he thought it was a dance party
Don't be late to class, nigga, you are tardy

I had to whip the Rari, pick that bitch up, steal her heart
She sucking on my dick while I whip the fucking stick
I was zooming down the road, can't crash this bitch cause it'll explode
Bullets break him down, making him erode

Pass that girl my gun, tell that bitch to reload
We sitting in the trap, I got my girl up in my lap
Looking to my niggas, who we taking off the map
They call us nigga frap, said we'll go after my nap

So we pull up to the place, push my girl off, give me space
We put the skis up on our face, say y'all ready to erase
So we walk up in this bitch and it's fucking empty
Checking all the rooms, I said, where these niggas go

They saying, we don't know
We go back to the car and I see ain't something down the road
We put love to that bitch, we moving real slow
We ain't doing drive-bys, so we hop out on that ho oh

There we go, I see the op lacking
Up the K, it get the cracking
We ain't playing defense, we attacking
It's not our fault, y'all were slacking

Gotta pick the pockets on the nigga, had to steal his shit
Had to break into his house, I had to hit a lick
How you think I got all this shit
No, I ain't selling bricks, don't f*ck with the shit

Ay, I don't f*ck with it, I don't sell bricks
Cause that's not what I do
I'm a hero, not a villain, but I don't work for the blue
I only work with my crew

Niggas acting like they ain't in this shit, they acting brand new
I'ma kill a nigga, then his family wanna sue
But they can't fucking sue, cause they ain't got a clue
I ain't never got caught, my shooters do it for me

But if I gotta do it, then they better drive the V
This a push start we don't even need a key
We always get away, that's a guarantee
My girl said she is forever, so she gotta pay a fee

She gon' suck me in the car, I might just be a superstar
When we sleeping in the bed, she gon' ask me what we are
I go to sleep, I gotta wake up early in the morning
Wake up and that bitch still snoring

Throw some money in the bed, a relationship is forming
Ay, ay, gang gang gang

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