Outta Pocket versuri

Outta Pocket lyrics by Stt Laurentt

Intro
Rolling on my weed, smokin’ on my weed
Rolling on my weed, smokin’ on my weed
Swear it’s all I need
Let’s do it
Let’s do it
Rolling on my weed (outta pocket with these bitches I’m the best)

Chorus
Boy did I hickup
I bring the sticks up
I leave you dead
I bring them blicks up
Fuck with no feds
Fuck it I stick ya
Poppin on meds
I was just stignant
I was addicted
Got him evicted
Where were you at?
Finally a victory
Finally a victory
Out of my head girl you shitting me
I just want the
Ice ice on me
Eyes on me
Ion pay attention
To no lies
Why you crying on me
Now I’m in the middle
Asking why, is you trying for me
Better on my own
I can’t lie
It’s my time homie

Verse 1
Get in it, get in it, get in it, get in the choppa
Who gonna stop it? no one
Ion think hitters be acting on me
Cause I got it
You know I got it, told em
I don’t think you wan’ be playing with me outta pocket
I got no option, I’m on it
Yeah, I’m on it
I fuck yo’ bitch and she moaning
Stay away away from my hitters we don’t play
You want it you wait
In your head go make a change dawg
Scratching on the surface
You gon’ do what it’s gon’ take dawg
Can’t get getting nervous
No one caring what you say dawg
Fuck it I pick you up
I hit it once and I’m flinging ya
Girl, fuck it I pick you up
Is it a rari or Bentleigh truck
I am not tricking ya
I can’t be spending the minimum
Fuck it is shit gonna change
Boy it ain’t always the same (for real)

Pre-Chorus
I just want the
Ice ice on me
Eyes on me
Ion pay attention
To no lies
Why you crying on me
Now I’m in the middle
Asking why, is you trying for me
Better on my own
I can’t lie
It’s my time homie

Chorus
Boy did I hickup
I bring the sticks up
I leave you dead
I bring them blicks up
Fuck with no feds
Fuck it I stick ya
Poppin on meds
I was just stignant
I was addicted
Got him evicted
Where were you at
Finally a victory
Finally a victory
Out of my head girl you shitting me

Verse 2
I just want the
Ice ice on me
Eyes on me
Ion pay attention
To no lies
Why you crying on me
Now I’m in the middle
Asking why, is you trying for me
Better on my own
I can’t lie
It’s my time homie
Wanna slide we can’t slide homie
She want the vibes, you ain’t vibes homie
She want you make up your mind homie
I can’t trip on no more thots homie
I ain’t tripping see the lights homie
It’s my time it’s my time homie
None you hitting on my line homie

Outro
Yeah, yeah, outta pocket with these bitches I’m the best