Run your pockets thun

It's self explanatory

Run your pockets thun

That's what I'm screaming with the uzi out

My landlord tryna move me out

Run your pockets thun

And stop fucking with me

My little brothers need something to eat

Run your pockets thun

My brother need school clothes

So give it up or I'll let the tool blow

Run your pockets thun

My bills gotta get paid

If you holding them you gotta get sprayed

Run your pockets thun

Or ima have this little gun cause a big ass problem for you and all your teammates

Y'all getting money

But ya **** is sweet tho so ima just call it how I see it, cheesecake

Have em on the ground screaming out "please wait"

Pussy boy should've been on point like Steve Blake

But he wasn't tho (nah)

And if you don't give up the mother load I'm throwing bullets like a Drew Brees play

I live in a town where **** will run in your bando strapped and tell you get on the ground

Empty the mag eject it watch the clip hit the ground

Switch guns now the revolver barrel spinning around

I gun butt ghetto fabulous **** during a robbery and leave them **** with a cracked tooth

I'm running up in **** cribs, ironically just so I can have my own crib to run back to

Big clip

Bullets longer than a fish stick

Give it up or get your wig split

Barrel to his mouth like lipstick

His bitch said I got a big dick

She ride me like a rip stick

If I catch you lacking **** it's lit

He get money and he flip bricks

Well I spit clips and I hit licks

Run your pockets thun

That's what I'm screaming with the uzi out

My landlord tryna move me out

Run your pockets thun

And stop fucking with me

My little brothers need something to eat

Run your pockets thun

My brother need school clothes

So give it up or I'll let the tool blow

Run your pockets thun

My bills gotta get paid

If you holding them you gotta get sprayed

Run your pockets thun

Or this P90 gon sing to you

Silencer look like a kick stand let it lean on you

You look nice with this inferred beam on you

Run it before I make orange juice when I squeeze on you

I gotta take it

Son I tried to be patient

I'm sick and tired of waited

Got clips and irons I'm pacing

Starting to feel like I ain't never ever gon make it

I be looking for God but all I'm seeing is Satan

We got aquatinted then he taught me how to rob and jug

At first I was sloppy then I started getting kinda good

I'm on fire but ya **** need to chop some wood

Smoking hot like a broken down car pop the hood

Mac 10 with a 30 clip and a cooling kit

I'm disturbing the piece I'm changing my name to Ludacris

I run up on you for that cash with some gloves and a mask looking like that **** from the St. Lunatics

Big clip

Bullets longer than a fish stick

Give it up or get your wig split

Barrel to his mouth like lipstick

His bitch said I got a big dick

She ride me like a rip stick

If I catch you lacking **** it's lit

He get money and he flip bricks

Well I spit clips and I hit licks

Run your pockets thun

That's what I'm screaming with the uzi out

My landlord tryna move me out

Run your pockets thun

And stop fucking with me

My little brothers need something to eat

Run your pockets thun

My brother need school clothes

So give it up or I'll let the tool blow

Run your pockets thun

My bills gotta get paid

If you holding them you gotta get sprayed

Run your pockets thun