In My Pocket Lyrics

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my, rubbers in my

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Papers in my pocket and Im fucking the grams up

Shawty throw it back on the cam like she a panther

Throw ya hands up in the air, you got the answer

Lance still rocking the pink like fuck cancer

Back with the team

Ready to go

I move fast but shawty Im sippin slow

She wanna smoke, she wanna fly

She want them butterfly kisses all down her thighs

I know the game, I wanna try

To see if all of your pleasure can multiply

The night is young

Your body warm

And girl your loving is starting to be the norm

You call me bae

Hey babygirl

You smiling hard and fidgeting with your curls

Just follow me, Itll be alright

Lets chill together and have a hell of a night

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Hidden Lixx, everyday

Make my move and I get my pay

512 with a brand new boo

Guess I got that Jamba juice

Like a pair of skates

If its late, then we sliding through

Baby looking great and they hate that Im eying you

Now Im in my lane, diamonds plain, but Im taking off

And I got the key to the game like Im Microsoft

I aint rapping though

When they speak, let the money talk

I aint capping tho

Mad at me, let ya honey talk

All that back and forth

Really sound like that dummy talk

Making hella noise when you should be making money, talk

Throwing all that shade and I still make it sunny

Taking all ya time but you never taking from me

Bottom line Im cut from a different cloth

And you aint up to par, you better off playing golf

Im with a breeze and sunset mimosas

Getting to the bread, now where the fuck are the toasters

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up

Rubbers in my pocket and Im fucking the bands up

At the bar killing a shot, now put ya hands up