Pocket (Freestyle) Lyrics

Came in this bitch with the vision I'm shooting this shit with precision

I'm getting it done its a mission Putting the game in submission

My shit cannot get dismissed Bitch going out catching the tickets

Speeding I'm racing Smelling the gas got the fragrance

Now they know I'm dedicated I'm in this hoe dedicated

Hoe I made 20 million problems off my last shit

Talking all that tough shit We turn you into ashes

You don't want my gun stupid bitch My shit dramatic

Came in with the blink excuse my stick shit get static

Bitch it go five five Rolling with the five five

Sliding you gon' die die We gon' homicide

You don't want to do that Your mama finna cry

I'm the GOAT Kill spree up I'm on the go

New streak partner never fold Glock squeeze day my brother sold

Roll leaf smoke my counter sold No Peep fear I'll take some more

Fuck piece put tag on a toe No sleep I'm stuck on the road

One deep lonely kill my foe I keep going hard to cold

Go sweep keep on keep on on

Summer, might take off summer Kill out while the sun up

Red I'm changing color No more love I'm lumber

I know what I'm coming I know woman come on

Lost on cig what number

Hold up let me fix my suit Let me fill my pocket

I been out here crushing on success while that bitch talking

I been out here fucking on the press For some lil profit

I been out here blessed To have a stress that keep me locked in

Don't look in my head I have a mess That I ain't stop yet

Well I must confess I need a sesh To find a topic

Well I must address About the rest up in my closet

Rather pull a tech And rap off meds than talk about it

Say she got a sec I know it's less I really doubt it

Shorty want some sex and some respect Oh I'm bouncing

Left with no regrets Maybe some and now she bouncing

Swore I swore to God and beg And now it's never stopping

They talking they mocking us They talking they mocking they stalking us

Could give a fuck Nah I don't give one

Could give a fuck Nah I don't give one

Popping pills is all on my on just for now

Sitting at the bar I'm drinking kick me out

Take my keys I took to too much know I lost count

Talking all that tuff shit that will bring you down

Show my ass in public know I love the sound

Sober couldn't do this know I had to bounce

Soon I'll catch a bus I'm going back to town

Soon I'll catch a bus I'm going back to town