Deep Pockets

[Intro: YBT]
Let's go
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
I got it off my top
(And I got the Yayo)
Ah ha, let's go

[Verse 1: YBT & Setitoff83]
Ayy, pockets stuffed as hell, I got on Deep Pockets
You can't show luck, you catch one to the head, I dare a nigga try it (For real)
We catch the opps in traffic, flip the whip, bitch, everybody dyin' (Skrrt)
Ayy, postin' pictures of you, we the reason everybody cryin' (Ah ha)
Ayy, young savage nigga walk around with them racks on
He want attention, guaranteed them members get him clapped on
He tried to run, chased him down, that chopper hit his back bone (Boom)
Them bitch niggas be dissin' us, but that shit there won't last long (Aight)
Ayy, don't gеt deep like what's his name? (Shh)
Matter fact, I ain't givin' no niggas no famе (Go)
Ayy, Dracos, all type of shit, we got every gun that a nigga could name
Ayy, these niggas be tellin' for real, givin' them names
Dare a nigga try to touch my chain, up at his brain, give him a flame (No cap, ha)
Ayy, they stealin' the flow, they ridin' the wave
They steady howlin' out, "Why you trippin', man?", the whole city know that we be ridin' with Ks (Zay)
One thing 'bout me, bitch, I'm paid
A hundred K, bitch, I done made (Facts, yeah)
Ayy, she know I don't give a fuck, if she don't fuck she gettin' played
Ayy, I got two hoes tryna do a three, I guess they gettin' slayed
Ayy, he tried come 'round knowin' he told, yeah, that nigga played
Ayy, yeah where he should've stayed
Ayy, we don't tolerate rats, uh, we see one, then he gettin' sprayed (Uh-huh)
They said that we got choppers with them lasers, we ain't sprayin' waste (Oh no)
You say that's your dawg, you took the stand to put him in a cage (What?)
Ayy, I got so much pull up on my hand, they put you in a grave (Grave)

[Verse 2: Setitoff83 & GetRichZay]
Ayy, smoke 'em like some purple haze (Uh-huh)
Ayy, ARP hold three-oh-eights
We throwin' shells, not throwin' shades (Boom)
Catch a faceshot, tryna catch a face
Call them gunners, get shit out the way
Ayy, up this fire, don't hesitate (Fuck goin'?)
Fuck nigga script and take the safe
Ayy, we don't cop pleas (Uh-huh), we pull up, hop out, make him hold deep (Yeah)
Stomach shots, see how I'm four into his knees, on 3 (Big Ku)
Real gangsters comin' in, you better not move and breath (Uh-uh)
I threw back a thirty ball, I'm in this bitch T'd (Thirty ball)
Thirty on me, throw my hood on, turned to Assassin Creed (Yeah)
Fuck the opps, them niggas broke, we smoked 'em in a Russian cream (Fuck the opps)
Deep Pockets, four choppers, run up and tap noggins (Top form)
We started smokin' on lil' buddy from the shh, that nigga got it (Ha)
We don't see problems, we great problems with blue dollars (Re-up)
With big poles, we crack fours and snatch souls (Bitch, we bros)

[Verse 3: GetRichZay]
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets with Deep Pockets on (Racks, aight)
Ayy, nigga spoke on Crazy name (What?), watch who you talkin' on (Uh)
Oh, they threw his block, tryna catch 'em walkin' home (Come on)
Uh, bitch, I'm backseat ridin', know I got that chopper on me (Let's go, grrt)
5.56 bust a nigga dome (Boom)
Ayy, Shy with your bitch, she just gave me her dome (What?)
Got the drop on an opp and the key to his home (What else?)
You ain't talkin' 'bout bread, nigga, leave me alone (Let's go)
Ayy, push-start, hit the foot (Skrrt)
Ayy, I get you whacked, nigga, push my button (Boom)
Ayy, brand new Gen2 Glock, this bitch old but a lil' young like Benjamin Button (Damn)
Bitch, it's Faceshot Gang, you know it ain't me (Huh?)
He got whacked in his throat just for doin' that frontin'
I need four for a bag, I ain't doin' no frontin'
Give him ten for a hat, tell my shooter I love him (Yeah, I love that boy)
He play with that stick just like it's a toy (Go)
See an opp on the news, that's some shit we enjoy (And I got the Yayo)
Tryna catch me an opp nigga right at the Joy (Joy)

[Outro: GetRichZay]
Ayy, Cutt, I'm trippin'
Ayy, Cutt, that's them niggas right here