Sick Pockets

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ATL Smook - Rap, Trap

Sick Pockets

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[Chorus] I was fucked up, talkin' pockets on E I was down bad, had to get out the streets Roadrunnin', yeah, I gotta go eat Young nigga, I need a Patek Philippe I got these niggas that gon' envy me Know that I keep that lil rocket on me I pour me up like four Os of that lean Feel like a martian, I'm astronaut geeked I count up a check every week Might fuck it up on a freak Real niggas goin' extinct These little niggas peewees New bitch she came from Belize New foreign, came wit' no keys New ice, I had to VV Bein' broke, that's a disease [Verse] Cameras flashin', diamonds dancin', my boys 'bout that action Countin' bands up in the Westin, I just got them packs in No, I ain't goin' out sad, for whoever askin' Smokin' on Jet Lag, don't think I'm never landin' Two molly capsules, feel like Captain Planet Just like a stripper, these diamonds dancin' She say I'm cute, or my watch is handsome Fuck her then I go ghost like I'm Danny Phantom Sippin' Color Purple like I'm Danny Glover I can't see these niggas like I'm Stevie Wonder I got real drip, you gon' need a plunger I know real slimes like an anaconda Too many bales, we gon' need a Tonka Smokin' Nerdz, I know Willy Wonka Foreign bit' gon' eat this Chimichanga I got dirty birds just like Atlanta Hi-Tech wit' my Fanta Black and white bitch, call her panda Keep a sack on me like Santa These niggas really be rats, no Splinter These niggas really be fake, no finsta Niggas sneak-diss, can't wait to get wit' ya Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I was fucked up, talkin' pockets on E I was down bad, had to get out the streets Roadrunnin', yeah, I gotta go eat Young nigga, I need a Patek Philippe I got these niggas that gon' envy me Know that I keep that lil rocket on me I pour me up like four Os of that lean Feel like a martian, I'm astronaut geeked I count up a check every week Might fuck it up on a freak Real niggas goin' extinct These little niggas peewees New bitch she came from Belize New foreign, came wit' no keys New ice, I had to VV Bein' broke, that's a disease

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  • ATL Smook