Outta Pocket (Session)

I'm high and I'm nauseous Gang, gang gang gang That's my autotune for your bitch That bitch kinda dirty, had to use a broom when I hit it Usin' autotune when I hit it Harder than drum with a stick I'm gon' stick and move with the bitch Niggas iffy, uh, probably got the sticky tucked But I'm not Tekashi, uh Copycat, you look like Kakashi, uh Pull up on the scene, I'm bummin' just like kamikazi Rockstar, when I said it I mean I feel like Ozzy I just fucked your bitch and she rode it off like a Mozzy I be a problem when I'm rolling off of the molly I shoot up the party then act like I see nobody My lil' gun a thottie, like I said these hella bodies Sent you up to Hell or Heaven probably, pick and choose Yo' lil' bitch goin' regardless, you know you gon' lose Pull up on yo' avenue, my .40, yeah, my tool That bitch a fool Cock you once, then shoot it [?] Woke up to some bullshit, asleep to some good shit I know niggas on rock shit, I know niggas on hood shit Where I'm from, huh, from that wish a nigga would shit What we do? Shit, we wish a nigga would abyss Boy, Chicago, it get cold just like, cold like Artic Pull up on the scene, I valet park it, valet park it Shoot him in his mouth, He should've never talk it, should've never talk it All of my niggas get money, you know we ballin', you know we ballin' Look at your bitch, I'll drop her That bitch think that she a problem Fuckin' that bitch so proper Pull up on him and I'ma off him Bullshit, Dennis Rodman I don't do the talkin' Defence then an offence, yeah Big Glock, no revolver, yeah I'm a problem solver, yeah Fuck yo' bitch, she off it, yeah Fuck that bitch, I'm offering Pussy shit be offering I ain't with that talkin' shit Really, I'm just off and shit Hold on, let me turn on the switch Hold on, let me turn on yo' bitch Get ho wet like a pool day Choppa clip long like a poolstick Ballin' on that bitch, Tyler Ulis That bitch like a toilet, time to use it What you think? I got molly in my lean, what's your drink? Not Bill Cosby with these beans, I don't think Got a Glock with a beam, let it singin', yeah Off the flats for the weekend I'm tweakin' Fell in love with a white Puerto Rican She was tweakin', so I ended up leavin', yeah I'm so glad in that bitch, I didn't skeet, yeah I've been ballin' super hard like Derek Je', yeah, yeah Your lil' bitch a cheerleader, she do the team, yeah, yeah VVS on super icy, that shit gleam, yeah, yeah You be sippin' nyquil, you ain't sip no lean I mix tech with the Wock' just to see what it can get me I go hard every day, and you see where that shit get me I'm the man, run up on me, then my brother hold the semi Hardaway, how he ballin', but they never called him Penny We was worth more than some pennies I 'member eat in Denny's, now I'm eatin' berries Them results may vary No peace and no rest in my life Nigga, no Tom and Jerry Pull up on him with my pipe Shoot them 30 times That's the whole damn clip On one damn body Fuck the whole damn bitch Off the whole damn Molly Took the whole damn Molly Will I fuck her? Probably Run a train in yo' thottie We call that a trolly (Yeah, yeah) I told her she can have some fun over here (Some fun over here) We got funds over here Ain't no fightin', ain't no fist, we got guns over here, yeah Ayy, I never heard what [?] (Gang, gang) Told her she got fun over here We got funs over here Ain't no fire, ain't no feast, we got guns over here Smokin' poud of Gelato, we got lungs over here (Smoke dope) Smart bitches givin' brain but they dumb over here I'm a rich boy, you's a bum over here, ayy (Rich) I'ma shoot once, you can smell it in the air, ayy (Tu-tu-tu-tu) Looked him in his face, bitch, and all I saw was fear (Lil' bitch) Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear Ay, get 'em out of here, red coats boolin' back just like Paul Revere Ay, looking in the mirror, I'm the man of the year (Yeah) Me and No Limit coming strong, I can make it clear (150) You been smoking mid, get that shit up out of here (Yew) That's not really weave, get that shit up out yo' hair (Lil' bitch) He said he gon' kill me, I told him "I ain't scared," (Lil' bitch) Told me "Go to Hell," lil bitch I been there, lil bitch I been there Money spend there, fuck that bitch get in there, She think that I love her, I had to pretend there (Frr) I'm gon' make it whip just like a Airbander Fuck that bitch one time (Hold on, hold on, hold on) That shit is fast, huh, I almost one take that ho, a bit We got guns over here Ayy, OG Gelato in my lungs over here Smart bitches givin' brain but they go dumb over here (One take gang) Fuck that bitch like she a christian, speakin' tongues over here Pop a Perky, not the 30, I go numb over here (One take gang) 40 drum over here, 50 drum over here Double Deuces out this glizzy, glizzy drum over here Titties drums in here, ayy, ayy (One take gang) Let it out, pull a cut Air it out (One take gang) You ain't talkin' money? Nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? My .40 [?] two tousands [?] then walk it out That shit is fast, hold on Two tousands bands make you walk it out Shut yo' mouth If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout? Yo' girl gon' give me top A pussies on we can talk about I don't pay for pussy Hell nah, but you pay for clout I don't pray for nothin' (Yeah, yeah) These niggas, they pray for clout Nigga, I'm hell, I'm the devil I'm [?] you should be prayin' about Choppa on me, I'm who you be sprayin' about You ain't talkin' money, shut yo' mouth Took yo' bitch, my dick all in her mouth She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that shit went south (Yeah, yeah) Your niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah) Pretty bitch in the party, just another thottie Xanax and the Molly, I can't feel my body Turn me to a zombie, I can't feel no body These be pussy, they can't kill nobody He think he's somebody, he don't got no bodies My lil' gun a thottie, that bitch got like hella bodies Run up, that's okay, I send you up to Heaven probably And hell [?] how you live when you was [?] See I was ballin' super hard, Luke Skywalking On these niggas that were shit talkin', I was shit walkin' Bitches follow me on Twitter, got the shit stalking Climbin' on the walls for bands, she be [?] I don't got no time for fans, I got time for xans Lose my time is xans, get my cash advanced Run up, then my choppa dance, huh Like the money man, huh, or the running man Off that choppa .223, make you do [?] Saw that bitch in the party, just another thottie Percocets and the Molly, I can't feel my body I'm on top of the World, someone come and stop me Not a Rolex, so, can nobody watch me? They can see the kid, doin' pills since I was a kid Off the g's since a jit Choppa on me, don't forget, yuh, ayy I remember I was whippin' up them grits, uh ayy Them wasn't grits, uh, nigga them were bricks, uh ayy My momma scraped the pot and taste it made her sick, uh ayy I served that shit to your parents for benefits Got them babies, but I'll never babysit, yuh, ayy Stick and move, like I'm Kodak Front yo' move, you don't know that Run up on me, then I blow that You get beat like you owe that I'm a real nigga, I show that Fuck nigga don't know that Fuck nigga better get back Put his name on the dress like throwback huh His bitchgon', haha That bitch she gon' throw that Told that bitch to hold that Had to take a second to go shit on competition (Lil' bitch) Pull up lock my roof, had to report that bitch was missing Pull up with no sentence, with my clip hanging extended (Ta) But I still can't see these niggas (At all), Still can't see these niggas (At all) Still can't see these (At all), niggas, Still can't see these niggas (At all) I get so damn high that I don't think I believe in ceilings (Ya' dig?) That bitch broke my heart so many times, like what is feelings? Fuck up out my feelings, let's get to all of my winnings (Ya' dig?) Lord forgive me, I've been killing, drilling, I've been sinning (Yeah) I've been popping pills and sipping lean like penicillin (Yeah) Totin' all my guns I'm feeling like an evil villain (Ya' dig?) Dragon Ball I ball like Ball Z, bitch I feel like Krillin (Ya' dig?) Pull up on the scene, my choppa on 'em hit his denim (Yeah) Balenciaga my denim, a couple thousand I'm willing to spend it Niggas fake as fuck, you know these niggas keep pretending (Uh-huh) I don't got no time for a fuck nigga (Uh-huh, uh-huh) You run up on me that's cool, I keep it tucked, nigga (It tucked) Microwave up in the trunk, just like a cold dinner .40 make me walk with the limb like I'm an old nigga I may just carry out in my hands 'cause I'm a [?] nigga A .40 sneeze, I make it blow just like the cold heater I'm a teacher, you a student, do what you talk, nigga You get sold like half of these other niggas sold, niggas Feel like Kendrick on that verse, I lose control, nigga .40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, nigga I reload, nigga, I reload, nigga .40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, nigga I reload, nigga, I reload, nigga You's a ho, nigga, you get disfigured Why you tryna fight over a bitch, you's a ho, nigga You get whole hitted I'ma, huh, put a bullet right through your fitted I'ma fuck yo' bitch and eat her like dinner Heat up, I'm in the cut with a heater, huh Mexican bitch, a fajita, huh Get outta them like a cheater I never lack, bet I cheat her I never lack, bet I cheat her I'ma abused this pussy for real but I promise I never beat her I'm on the scene with my nina Wetter up like Aquafina Hurricane wrist when I whip that brick, Both feel like it is Katrina, huh Serving that shit like Serena Williams Run up on me then that choppa hit 'em Black eye peas or somethin', yeah I guess that I just got a feeling All of my niggas gettin' money Run up on me, then I get to drillin', nigga, you ain't really funny Chris Rock or somethin'