Pockets ft. Shnick Lyrics

Sent her back to the store cause she all up in my pocket

New Givenchy on my body

Say that rarri take off like rocket

Say that bitch so bad but she got it

She give me time

Man that bitch ride in exotics

She so fine

I can't count her cause she modest

And she waddle when she walking

Why you wilin' when you talking

Give her 30 what you be copping

Making it dirty she said stop it

All up in my sprite

Yeah it taste so exotic

I give her mine

'Cause she all up in my pockets

I'm a go getter know I'm better

Diamonds hit harder than Mayweather

Bitch so cold might buy you a sweater

Your bitch she love me I'm making her wetter

Don't really matter she know that I'm better

Counting up racks I'm counting up cheddar

Playing too much I'm gonna forget her

Yeah she mine I mind as well dead her

I don't really care bout' you

Riding a Benz we riding the coupe

Goin' exotic we makin a zoo

Never say shit we don't talk bout' you

Rolls Royce truck got stars on the roof

Yeah I'm switching lanes I'm going insane

I'm kicking this shit they call me Liu Kang

Sent her back to the store cause she all up in my pocket

New Givenchy on my body

Say that rarri take off like rocket

Say that bitch so bad but she got it

She give me time

Man that bitch ride in exotics

She so fine

I can't count her cause she modest

And she waddle when she walking

Why you wilin' when you talking

Give her 30 what you be copping

Making it dirty she said stop it

All up in my sprite

Yeah it taste so exotic

I give her mine

'Cause she all up in my pockets

She all in my pockets I'm riding Mercedes and how you gon' stop it

I'm Fucking that bitch in the back give me brain when I'm taking Narcotics

I pull up my bitch cause you know that she riding she so exotic

Now give me the keys to the Porsche when I'm driving that shit I'm on it

Said I'm gone

Said I'm on

Yeah you want to be my bitch keep that shit quiet keep it on the low

Smith and Wesson my clips pull up on your block yeah we gon' blow

We gon' pull up with them sticks keeping that fire I don't reload

I don't reload yeah I'm on go

I'm asking love why you don't love me no more

I'm guessing we up why you checking the score

Like why is she calling' she asking for more

I don't want nun of that love

I'm taking up all of the bags in the store

I'm riding Ducati I'm switching to fourth

You getting so mad when I pour up a four

Be like ugh hunnid rounds I got it

Give me the rings like a Audi

I just be liking her body

Talking my shit cause I'm bout' it

Oh that's your bitch yeah I'm sorry

Ride around in that rarri ah

Keep the strapped it ain't even tucked

Baddest bitches in the crib want some

Be like is you really in it ahh

I got clips extended ahh

That bitch wanted it out

And she all up in my pockets ah

I get bands I got it ah

Sent her back to the store cause she all up in my pocket

New Givenchy on my body

Say that rarri take off like rocket

Say that bitch so bad but she got it

She give me time

Man that bitch ride in exotics

She so fine

I can't count her cause she modest

And she waddle when she walking

Why you wilin' when you talking

Give her 30 what you be copping

Making it dirty she said stop it

All up in my sprite

Yeah it taste so exotic

I give her mine

'Cause she all up in my pockets