RUN YOUR FUCKING POCKETS

[Verse 1]
You a fucking bitch, run up on you with the blicky
You can suck my fuckin dicky
Try to pull up on me, make you run your fuckin pockets bitch
15 rounds inside yo body, shootin from the glocky with a switch
Kill you then I fuck up on your bitch
You ain't about this shit all you do is talk on fuckin twitter
Bullet to your dome make your body fuckin jitter
All you do is spew random fuckin bullshit
Help me save some fuckin ammo and just kill yourself bitch

[Verse 2]
(Run your fucking pockets bitch)
I said lil bitch run your motherfuckin pockets
Dance on your grave, fuckin pop it and lock it
Stabbing my blade right into your eye socket
Said you got a strap but you ain't got it tucked
9mm in both of his nuts
Fuckin this beat so hard I'm bouta bust

When we tell you run your shit we fuckin mean it
I'm too good at this music shit, bitch, I feel conceited
Yeah these fags up on my cock like they fuckin need it
Stop being a bitch before I leave you bleedin