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Yea

My pocket's kinda different…

"Hold on, yea"

My pocket's kinda…

"Wait, yea"

My pocket's really different just depends on what bag I'm in

I can shoot a film, depends on what class I'm in

This tech kinda heavy, I think I'll let it slash again

Finna kill it let me throw on a mask again

Said we rolling up?

Bet I can smoke n*****

If you say there's money on the floor I'm a go-getter

Pockets been getting so fat it got rolls in 'em

Wrist and my neck both match, it ain't gold tinted

YOP

Yea I'm rough ass shit

You put in on this weed? You ain't puffing it

You put in on this drink? You ain't touching shit

I'm getting sick of broke n***** had enough of it

Plug pulling up with purple runts, man it stunk like sh**

Hot box the whole crib had a skunk in it

Little Act with some Sprite, yea we're slushing it

Couple 4's in my cup, that's a dozen in

"Aye bro chill, you gone make me spill on myself"

Ice going crazy on my neck, it's a jungle gym

Oh you say you've got some Hang Time? Go above the rim

Brody said he got some D1's with Quin NFN

Opps gonna take head shots, they gone miss again

Smoking on that Opp Pack, that's a hit again

Yea

And a pint of ACT

You ain't for real with this sh** you're where the party's at

I don't f*** around with buck-toothed little rug rats

Your brody running from his pregnant b**** and y'all okay with that?

Damn

N**** so backwards,

Get your money up first, you can f*** after

I feel bad for that kid, little bastard

The way I'm talking really holy s*** I'm a whole pastor

Opps said they're on a roll, but i go faster

Smoke a zip with The Mob, then need more after

How many times I gotta say I'm a dope artist

The way I'm taking out all these opps I need more targets

Drum with 100 rounds, I'm so flawless

My team really out world, we're 4 martians

Opps claiming that they want smoke, we gone spark it

Oh you really wanna shoot? I feel so sorry

"Hold on yea"

Lights camera action where you going ? The show's starting?