Pockets Hurtin Video (MV)

When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers
When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers

Pistol poppin', chic' coppin', I'm just tryna make a plate
Mama said worry 'bout your future, "mama we die to live today"
Grab the cake, I was trained to take niggas' shit out the gate
Street nigga gon' make a way, put some food on his plate
Creepin' late, strip club where these niggas like to throw their bread
Caught a dopeboy backseat in a Benz, he was gettin' head
Bust the window out, stuck revolver to this throat
I told that bitch "get up out this car, before I have to kill you hoe"
This nigga had 'bout 18k on him, now that was sweet
Fifty dollars out for the bitch, now that was cheap
The boy done got brave, took a swing, I got that heat
Left his brain right beside the molly's that was on the seat

When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers
When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers

I'm back in this shit, makin' my licks, mask on my face pistol in grip
Playin' them games with killers and shit, be somewhere dead you ain't gonna get rich
A bitch don't get shit, a boy don't get nada, choppa, blow his head clean off his colla'
I stay on guala, I stay on dolla, stay in yo' bitch mouth you know she gon' swallow
Ridin' Impala with tint on the glass, don't lie to me hoe I'll get in your ass
Need to come off them bricks and that cheese, trigger I squeeze blow out his knees
Slangin' drugs in a spot, workin' off a quarter block
Ain't no finessin' me, you runnin' off, then you get shot
You got popped, triggers bustin' niggas scared so they rush in
Fire jumpin' out that choppa like a dragon, huff and puffin'
No discussion, no dope gettin' sold in the next hood
Got niggas that will rob and kill from North Memphis to Westwood

When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers
When my pockets get to hurtin' then I'm jerkin' on them triggers
F*ck with me or my niggas then we squeezin' on them triggers
Nothing we discussin', leave 'em splat, I'll bust 'em with them triggers
If we got a problem, we solve them, with them triggers