Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
Grinch ass n***a I'll run off with
Yo stocking
AR-15 lazer beam with the stock in
Pull up to the scene the whip topless
Balenci' on the gas lil n***a I ain't stoppping
You ain't getting money n***a stop it
I just sit back roll up green
From the tropics
I seen your whip that shit lean need hydraulics
My whip so fast she can't breathe I'm the pilot
Can't take the D she gone scream think she dying
Big bank roll on me it can't fit in no wallet
My bitch mad at me I ain't get her no diamonds
That big .223 it can't fit in my pocket
I keep that stack on me n***as ain't gone touch it
Ruger break down, break it up put in the luggage
And my n***as ride around in a bucked
Sticked up
Praying that my boys don't get pulled over
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
My brother Von from the Ave he keep a teck on em'
He put a hole in his chest he put a stretch on em'
I'm from the Land so no n***a can put no test on me
I walk around with them diamonds that touch the chest on me
I hit that thottie one time and then I just pass on her
But I might hit that two times if she got some ass on her
And I be watching for snakes
Don't keep no grass on it
My wrist be wet like a lake
Yea you can splash on it
Damn, wait
No you can't splash on her
But she be going for me I got the pass on her
Yea this a Patek Phillipe but ain't no glass on it
I'm coming straight with VVs and I got cash for it
This Lamb is super high tech look at the dash on it
You walk around with no vest
Then gang gone spazz on it
Not with subliminal shit you gotta at on us
Pull up to show with them sticks
Cause ain't no pat on us
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
(And we outta here)
Danavy - In My Pocket Lyrics
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Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
Grinch ass n***a I'll run off with
Yo stocking
AR-15 lazer beam with the stock in
Pull up to the scene the whip topless
Balenci' on the gas lil n***a I ain't stoppping
You ain't getting money n***a stop it
I just sit back roll up green
From the tropics
I seen your whip that shit lean need hydraulics
My whip so fast she can't breathe I'm the pilot
Can't take the D she gone scream think she dying
Big bank roll on me it can't fit in no wallet
My bitch mad at me I ain't get her no diamonds
That big .223 it can't fit in my pocket
I keep that stack on me n***as ain't gone touch it
Ruger break down, break it up put in the luggage
And my n***as ride around in a bucked
Sticked up
Praying that my boys don't get pulled over
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
My brother Von from the Ave he keep a teck on em'
He put a hole in his chest he put a stretch on em'
I'm from the Land so no n***a can put no test on me
I walk around with them diamonds that touch the chest on me
I hit that thottie one time and then I just pass on her
But I might hit that two times if she got some ass on her
And I be watching for snakes
Don't keep no grass on it
My wrist be wet like a lake
Yea you can splash on it
Damn, wait
No you can't splash on her
But she be going for me I got the pass on her
Yea this a Patek Phillipe but ain't no glass on it
I'm coming straight with VVs and I got cash for it
This Lamb is super high tech look at the dash on it
You walk around with no vest
Then gang gone spazz on it
Not with subliminal shit you gotta at on us
Pull up to show with them sticks
Cause ain't no pat on us
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
(And we outta here)
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
Grinch ass n***a I'll run off with
Yo stocking
AR-15 lazer beam with the stock in
Pull up to the scene the whip topless
Balenci' on the gas lil n***a I ain't stoppping
You ain't getting money n***a stop it
I just sit back roll up green
From the tropics
I seen your whip that shit lean need hydraulics
My whip so fast she can't breathe I'm the pilot
Can't take the D she gone scream think she dying
Big bank roll on me it can't fit in no wallet
My bitch mad at me I ain't get her no diamonds
That big .223 it can't fit in my pocket
I keep that stack on me n***as ain't gone touch it
Ruger break down, break it up put in the luggage
And my n***as ride around in a bucked
Sticked up
Praying that my boys don't get pulled over
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
My brother Von from the Ave he keep a teck on em'
He put a hole in his chest he put a stretch on em'
I'm from the Land so no n***a can put no test on me
I walk around with them diamonds that touch the chest on me
I hit that thottie one time and then I just pass on her
But I might hit that two times if she got some ass on her
And I be watching for snakes
Don't keep no grass on it
My wrist be wet like a lake
Yea you can splash on it
Damn, wait
No you can't splash on her
But she be going for me I got the pass on her
Yea this a Patek Phillipe but ain't no glass on it
I'm coming straight with VVs and I got cash for it
This Lamb is super high tech look at the dash on it
You walk around with no vest
Then gang gone spazz on it
Not with subliminal shit you gotta at on us
Pull up to show with them sticks
Cause ain't no pat on us
Big Glock 40 in my pocket
That bitch she ain't want me
Cause she thought I was an option
Now I'm getting money
Now I'm popping
Clean ass n***a tell yo bitch get to mopping
(And we outta here)
Writer: William Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP