Pockets Dirty

Yea, I was like... uhh I told the bro like...
"Fanta, from the sto"
Yea po' up, then we gon take off- aight, back to it let's go

[hook x2]
Pockets they dirty, they filthy
Hunnids and fifties and twenties
I'm taking chances I rinse it
I see the boss and start grinning
Water out faucets on wrist'es
I pushed out of dirty conditions
On the mints, zooming[?] / No Christmas
[?] gon talk I'm not friendly
Bale's I rock when I'm dealin
In with the culture, can't bench me

Goin for the shot I'mma finish

I see a hit like I'm Cleo
I'm on they ass like a P.O
Addicted to racks and trios
I look like a model for Dior
Take off real fast likе a cheetah
My dick in my hand when I greet her
Vacuum sealеd money when re-up
Niggas need glasses, can't see us
And I po' up by the liters

Niggas they sweatin these checks for fever
Drums on the sticks and they breathers
She like to swallow the semen
Look at that bottom, it's peaches
Pendant, my diamonds Fiji
Yellow my stones they peeing
I'm a real felon who beastin
I'm drippin water like squeezin

Yachts in Miami this summer
Came with the chef and the bottles
Pretty lil baddies and Instagram models
And they on duty to toppers, they goin topless
They like the [?]
I been the truth but I'm toxic
I'm with the troops and assassins
My money is dirty, I launder it
Daily I boast it, I'm flauntin

[hook x2]
Pockets they dirty, they filthy
Hunnids and fifties and twenties
I'm taking chances I rinse it
I see the boss and start grinning
Water out faucets on wrist'es
I pushed out of dirty conditions
On the mints, zooming / No Christmas
[?] gon talk I'm not friendly
Bale's I rock when I'm dealin
In with the culture, can't bench me

Nigga I'm Bart and you Milton
Tear you apart like I'm Denzel
Wok in the toilet when pissin
I let em start but I finish
Chargers I stuff in your pension
Bring out the Jets I'm a legend
I'm for them free ones I blessed em

Semis and matics no techin'
Never had data infections
That make you deadly when gettin it
I looked up to trappers no actors
I followed up the road of the killers
Money I touch it'll scare ya
Caught by your homie, he'll kill ya

I'm cool with the smokers and hitters
I bet the pastor [?]
My momma she know I'm a dealer
Didn't go to college but great with these numbers
Lust on a ass and them dimples
I buy a bags out of extras
I'm on they neck, I'm a presser
I'm going crazy on penance, wait til my next one

I'm warming up like a press
Thirty I spent on this Dexter
I need some soap for these rack'es
Hunnids they filthy, they nasty
I am the plug I can't tax ya

[hook x2]
Pockets they dirty, they filthy
Hunnids and fifties and twenties
I'm taking chances I rinse it
I see the boss and start grinning
Water out faucets on wrist'es
I pushed out of dirty conditions
On the mints, zooming / No Christmas
[?] gon talk, I'm not friendly
Bale's I rock when I'm dealin
In with the culture, can't bench me