Pockets Heavy
[Hook x2:]
Me and my brother in that foreign same color spaghetti
Them cameras flashin', I'm a star, they know my pockets heavy
I don't rock Prada shoes, went and bought Guiseppes
I'm ridin' 'round in that Bentley and my pockets heavy
[Verse 1:]
Me and D Money in that foreign same color spaghetti
All of these hundreds I be countin', yeah my pockets heavy
I'm in that 911 Porsche with my black Guiseppes
The drum sound like a parade when I call up heavy
Got any problems, it get solved, I'm a call up nephew
I love my sister, you will die tonight, you [?] my nephew
You on Twitter woofin' at me like they won't come get you
They come get you, smack you up like, "Who you talkin' spit to?"
Shotta got a new HK, it's very heavy
You try to rob me for my chain, it's ugly like Freddy
I can't go out like no lame, I ain't fearin' any
On 119th, them boys tote 50
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[Verse 2:]
Tryna take my money, I'm a get your dome touched
I'm in that all white Benz doin' donuts
They know I'm hella bands, all the groupies on us
He say that he a soldier, saw him and he froze up
A lot of soldiers 'round me, they keep it real
Can't ever switch up on my homies, I keep it real
For me, they'll come snatch you up and your kids
I got a white boy shoot like Jeremy Lin
R.I.P. all my homies, I'm a ball for them
You disrespect my homies, shells make you fall for them
I always keep it one hunnit, them opps, they ain't real
We got Call of Duty guns, them shooters love to kill
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