OUTTHEYPOCKETS
Keiied
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Sugin' all these fuckas, they living to bop it When I do, imma top it When I want, imma cop it and the people who put on, they like Wade they gonna lob it and my shooters don't throw no hands just watch that shit Out The Pockets Pull up to the light, pussy boy they tried to stop it If they keep on talking, we gon blick em in the socket Niggas be on cock, they gay, they just tryna gawk it And niggas be on timing, tryna lock me in a closet And I be sugin' all these fuckas, they living to bop it When I do, imma top it When I want, imma cop it And the people who put on, they like Wade they gonna lob it And my shooters don't throw no hands Just watch that shit Out They Pockets Bitch This is a choppa but my chop got a laser I am a general sergeant, I kill all you niggas, lil pussy boy, I am a kaiser I don't like niggas, these niggas be weirdos, these niggas be moving so fast The choppa be shooting so fast Yeah, the choppa gon aim at your back Open you ass Lil baby, I gotta ghost her If he want smoke, we gon put em on a poster Glock in my pants, the shit like a holster I laugh to the bank, bitch I feel like I'm Joker And yall niggas been on peen, yall niggas weirdos Choppa shoot you in your face Knockdown like free throws Pull up to the light, pussy boy they tried to stop it If they keep on talking, we gon blick em in the socket Niggas be on cock, they gay, they just tryna gawk it And niggas be on timing, tryna lock me in a closet And I be sugin' all these fuckas, they living to bop it When I do, imma top it When I want, imma cop it And the people who put on, they like Wade they gonna lob it And my shooters don't throw no hands Just watch that shit Out They Pockets Wake up Bitch, I got too much guap on me There's like twenty stick inside this frickin' Jeep and thats on me I got too much guap all these niggas wannabe I got too much guap F*ck your hoe and then I leave If you want the smoke We gon put em in a joint Feel like Babytron Tried to hit me up, I take your coins You talking down on me Choppa gonna aim at your groin Smoke on pack, put that boy And take him for his ice, yo Then I take him for his bytes, yo Then I take em like a mic, yo (Or some shit like that) Or I'll f*ck em on his wife, yo Yeah Dumb ass bih hoe P-P-P-Pull up to the light, pussy boy they tried to stop it If they keep on talking, we gon blick em in the socket Niggas be on cock, they gay, they just tryna gawk it And niggas be on timing, tryna lock me in a closet And I be sugin' all these fuckas, they living to bop it When I do, imma top it When I want, imma cop it And the people who put on, they like Wade they gonna lob it And my shooters don't throw no hands Just watch that shit Out They Pockets Out They Pockets, ho
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