$h!N3 (feat. KidShazam) Video (MV)

Let em be let em be they too f*cked up
They don't know me they don't know me I'm just hush hush
Double my capitol that's big pocket
Why so f*ckin mad?
Seen em pocket watching

Watch yo pocket slip
New reality little guap
Chase new visions in them shadows find my marks
So far stole they heart
End they start darkenin charts
All this shit happenin
Chasing a bag for the future of lavish shit
I'm just be chasing these dreams
I keep a 30 on me
Bitches be bitin like fiends
They don't get dick without a fee
Off wit her head like I'm sword slinging bleach
I don't pick groupies bitch I'm picking a queen
So if yo bitch look cute shit I'm splashin her wet no Fiji on me

Let em be let em be they too f*cked up
They don't know me they don't know me I'm just hush hush
Double my capitol that's big pocket
Why so f*ckin mad?
Seen em pocket watching

Watchin' my pockets better watch me move when I move too quick
Blaziken kick when I swing through a clique bitch I call it event
My chopper could spin when I run in yo shit
I could spend six grand on irrelevant shit
Turn around throw bands on the bitch that quit
F*ck her heart too broke when she thinking of me
So I don't think of her anymore sure thing!
Cut up my heart like it's a photo
Show me the start of where we come from
My love too dead so I'll just snap out
Future bloody too red got another mans down

Let em be let em be they too f*cked up
They don't know me they don't know me I'm just hush hush
Double my capitol that's big pocket
Why so f*ckin mad?
Seen em pocket watching

I'm f*cking that bitch in the back with the Burberry on
Feel like I'm Juice
Unload love in rage like Uzi
My amigos & I feelin' bad & boogie
My bitch so bad she Gucci
F*cked after we had Sushi
I dig deep in that coochie
I dig deep in that ay
F*cking my bitch in the back of the car
She f*ck with the Devil she f*ck with a star
Cover her mouth cause she screaming too much
F*ck in the lot yeah we f*ckin' a lot yeah
Uh I'm spittin this off the dope uh
F*ck with me after the glow up
Sorry homie you got no luck
Trappin' & sippin' on more wok
Boppin' to metal to 2pac
Took me to a trip
So I'm turning the tune up
Oppies be slidin'
And I'm pulling out my two glocks
Shooting in harmony
Bullets poppin' they boppin'
I'm painting the whole block
I'm painting the whole block
And I ain't talking 'bout no lego lego lego lego
They don't wanna f*ck with the actual Devil-Devil
Cause me & Realism like to riddle riddle riddle riddle
I don't write my shit I don't scribble scribble scribble scribble
I like it when her boobies jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle
I like it when I get to pull on, on her nipple-nipple
I like it when she calls me daddy daddy daddy daddy
Then she goes down on my pickle pickle pickle pickle

Let em be let em be they 2 f*cked up
They don't know me they don't know me I'm just hush hush
Double my capitol that's big pocket
Why so f*ckin mad?
Seen em pocket watching