Four Pockets Full yeah
Four Pockets Full yeah
Four Pockets Full yeah
Four Pockets Full yeah
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Bitch I don't Milly rock, I get the money
I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
Remember them old heads wouldn't front me
I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach
That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle
The things they dream about a nigga done done it
Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin'
Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach
Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna
No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin'
Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning
Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings
We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target
They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target
No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up on them niggas, didn't it
Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it
This ain't a coat, nigga this Givenchy
Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system
Dog I ain't know that was your sister
If I knew I still woulda hit her
Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah
Got the streets in a figure four
Your baby mama got a deep throat
I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes
Who want beef, I want all the smoke
I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score
Flexin' on the Gram with your bro
Your bitch told me everything I know
Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up, came up on them niggas
I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
We ain't goin' for that
Cook that shit up Quay Four Pockets Full yeah Four Pockets Full yeah Four Pockets Full yeah Four Pockets Full yeah Faded, I'm on that sizzurp Then I'ma light my spliff up I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up No deer but a nigga got big bucks Stayed down on my grind and I came up Bitch I don't Milly rock, I get the money I got two bitches with me tryna jump me Remember them old heads wouldn't front me I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle The things they dream about a nigga done done it Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin' Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin' Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin' I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin' Faded, I'm on that sizzurp Then I'ma light my spliff up I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up No deer but a nigga got big bucks Stayed down on my grind and I came up Came up on them niggas, didn't it Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it This ain't a coat, nigga this Givenchy Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system Dog I ain't know that was your sister If I knew I still woulda hit her Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah Got the streets in a figure four Your baby mama got a deep throat I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes Who want beef, I want all the smoke I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score Flexin' on the Gram with your bro Your bitch told me everything I know Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed Faded, I'm on that sizzurp Then I'ma light my spliff up I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up No deer but a nigga got big bucks Stayed down on my grind and I came up Came up, came up on them niggas I got digits, I got commas, I got figures We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs We ain't goin' for that Explain Request ×
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