Pockets Full Lyrics

Nigga, yeah, yeah

Dead racks

That's a dead man

That's a dead man

Let's go

Yeah, yeah

Hold on

All these racks stuffed inside my jeans, bitch, my pockets full

Goldabloons, Captain Hook he profit watching so I keep a rocket tool

All these niggas hate and they can't wait till they throw rocks at you

Take the fall like August too

Fuck that bitch up in the Cadillac and post about it too

Post it on her locket

Posted then I lock it

Posted up in college

I'm that trending topic

Cop the Top and chop it

Run to the ring like Sonic

I run to the ring you can't stop it

Ain't rocking with SHIELD I'm an X-man woah

She moving extreme, she an X-game hoe

When she off the pill, she on X-game mode

Jumpman, I don't ball but I'm hitting them dunks man

I'ma name my Ghost the Flying Dutchman

And the Wraith look like it got a sun tan

Make the brick disappear like a stuntman

I'm in a big body GLE

I sold dope like NFTs

Bust down now I got three LVs

Old bitch built like a PS3

We play, we wrestle, we DDT

He sold his soul, he BET

I stay in my circle, like DDG

Chain hanging, been wagging

The opps hop into the bandwagon

But they still hating and they still chatting

Cause I been dragging 'round the Benz Wagon

High-end, damn fashion

So cool that you can't match it

400k for a damn jacket

And it's custom made so you can't have it

Block wrist, rock fist

Damn, you can't fucking cop this

The compressor came in with a Glock switch

Hoe, Batman ain't stopping this

Ain't stopping this

Ain't topping this

She don't care what the fuck the topic is

She for real always steady talking shit

She can tell where the fuck the molly is

She can tell if a nigga dominant

Dominate

So it's really hard to hate

Got the vibes charged up like it's triple-A

So divine that you niggas can't relate

I took the coupe to the stars

There ain't roof in my car

Let's take the Falcon to Mars

Ball this bitch out like Qatar

Ain't rocking with SHIELD I'm an X-men woah

She moving extreme, she an X-game hoe

When she off the pill, she on X-game mode

Jumpman, I don't ball but I'm hitting them dunks man

I'ma name my Ghost The Flying Dutchman

And the Wraith look like it got a sun tan

Make the brick disappear like a stuntman

I'm in a big body GLE

I sold dope like NFTs

Bust down now I got three LVs

Old bitch built like a PS3

We play, we wrestle, we DDT

He sold his soul, he BET

I stay in my circle, like DDG

Drop out, hard

Hop out, frog

Let's go have a mop out, take the Yoppa or the Glock

Put zaza in the RAW

Bitch I'm sipping wok

That boy love his magazines, let's put him on a stock

I've been flanning

I've been fiending

Up in France

Rocking Fendi

Ho it's Winterworld so I am in it

Yes I haven't been hot in a minute

Now I'm shutting shit down for no reason

It's your love?

I don't need it

But you got the WAP, I'ma dive in it

Rocking Christian Dior like I'm Ian

I'm not a substitute, I am a starter

I race like a Dogde and

I beat all the Chargers

I'm whipping the Bentley Coupe like it is water

I whip the Bentley Coupe like I'm Katara

I slide on the opp and

I slide in with Appa

She throw that ass back like a boomerang, Sokka

She throw that ass crazy, man I cannot stop her

My neck different colors, it shining like stardust

Sha-ling!