Outta Pocket

[Intro]
(Matt, what up?)

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these niggas really bitches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers fuck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot shit, fuckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin

[Verse 1]
He tryna look mad in all his pictures, he is not no killer
This right here put holes in niggas' face, but it ain't got no filter
I seen niggas clique up with the opps who used to live with me
My young nigga a thug, he older than me, but he call me big bruh
He say he catch an opp, this shit in blood, he already know it's up
Been my dog since kids, if you get caught, know I'll pay your bond
He said it's out of love, I don't nothing but a switch on my gun
Told you that I love you, but if I leave, that mean you ain't the one
All my diamonds dancin', really hittin', I might be touchin' sun
I'm a real hitter, probably take it 'fore I buy your gun
I know niggas died for sayin' shit and they ain't even really mean it
I pull out her tracks, beat in her back, [?] get to screamin'
Sold your nigga a case of green, he got high, but he ain't really leanin'
That lil' bitch a freak, after we fuck, she lick up all my semen
Ho had snuck some pictures, took her phone and made that bitch delete 'em
Clutching while she eating, bitch, don't you forget that I'm a demon

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these niggas really bitches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers fuck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot shit, fuckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna find ways, can I rap and still try and move this dope?
Hop out the side of McLaren, put the blick inside this Moncler coat
I can't fuck with you 'cause you wear green and don't know how to move
So I just started crashin' niggas out who didn't know how to shoot
I take Percs and I can't sleep, got me fightin' these demons
In the streets, you can't find love, but I'm lookin' for Jesus
So many times it been hard and ain't nobody need you
These niggas broke, ain't got no funds, how you gon' be a leader?
How you gon' help out your young niggas that actually need you?
Had to focus on myself, I got people to feed too
And opps know it's up, dawg
[?] as long as they die, forever fuck y'all

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these niggas really bitches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers fuck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot shit, fuckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin