A Pockets

[Intro]

Da don got that bass

[Chorus:]
Every time a nigga diss me you know what happened
A whole lot of clapping
Your honor I’m just rapping
This lil shit I made today look like paper
I’m staccing
I can’t with all the capping
You Niggas not trapping
My credit A1 I still come with straight cash
The opps gone break fast
We like A pockets to the 7th we on they Ass

The Lord died on the 2nd, the Bible say three
Could’ve bought a house he spent 50 on the AP
He brought sand to beach
I’ma keep even though my blood in him
He a leech
We in track hawks and trxs and durangos
I fuck niggas main hoes
I ain’t change clothes
I’m a gangsta you a bitch we speak different language
You can end up for fucking with me
This shit ain’t for
Tattletaling ain’t the way
We want every rat dead
We don’t respect smokers
Bro mom a crackhead
My bitch know not to make me mad
I’d probably fuck her friend
If a bitch fanned out probably want fuck again
Lil baby known to shoot two pointer for the wint
Niggas known for ot7
This type of paper
How you shine but still broke
How he died with his eyes wide
He still woke
My hoes know not to make
Bro can never drive my wheel but he driving on the drills

[Chorus:]
Every time a nigga diss me you know what happened
A whole lot of clapping
Your honor I’m just rapping
This lil shit I made today look like paper
I’m staccing
I can’t with all the capping
You Niggas not trapping
My credit A1 I still come with straight cash
The opps gone break fast
We like A pockets to the 7th we on they Ass