Lyrics Outta Pocket Freestyle (feat. Over the Classic) - JTL Jaido

Matt, you're crazy

Just bear with me, uh

Fuck the Wokhardt, I pour a Yerba in a double cup
Like we underage, no, you cannot fuck with us
Revel Berry deep into the flask, give me bubble guts
9am, I'm still fuckin' up on Sonobus
Treat them like the quiet kid at school, you can't sit with us

Yeah, my brother keep a tool like he fixin' stuff
Why the fuck you even in the stu if you ain't mixin' stuff
I got a black and white bitch, I like switchin' up
You got a black and white bitch, Dalmatian

Spots on her face like she play with foundations
Chains on my neck like I came from plantation
V.A., boy, need an Ovee vacation
Okay, I'm about to turn it up a notch

Ovee, you can come to Florida, but it's really fuckin' hot
Damn, Jaido got me meltin' like a cinder block
Came up in the skillet, got it poppin' like some tater tots
Yeah, I kill it from the back, givin' fatal shots

Feel the Kosher in this bitch, do the dreidel bop
You can take away the beat, I ain't finna stop
Heard he couldn't take the heat, coach, sit him out
I be pissin' on these, ahh, I be pissin' on these beats, how is there a drought

She wanted sausage for breakfast, I put it- haha, fuck
She wanted sausage for breakfast, I put it in her mouth
Get my clothes from Burlington, I don't need no style

Love to make a fat bitch scream like she seen a salad
Why she screamin' fuck me, I ain't even wildin
Told me that she got the Megan knees, why these bitches lyin'
I get all my clothes from Ross, I like bein' frugal

I don't keep a gun at all, but my bro will shoot you
I don't be alone at all, hit the shadow jutsu
Tried to spark another Raw, but the shit canoed
Need a bitch like Ice Spice, keep it in her purse

Yeah, I'm gonna give you head, but let me feed you first
I had a bitch that talk a lot, I made her do a verse
Brodie said the blunt got canoed, how that even work
Man, let me see that shit

Oh, you smokin' on some reggie, you can keep that shit
They said Florida open carry, got a heavy hip
I ain't even really into shooting, just like talkin' shit
Damn, go ahead and turn it off

Ovee top five with the jit, better knock it off
Say he off the pill, but that nigga takin' Tylenol
Fuckin' up a check for the week, started fuckin' raw
Damn, take them panties off

She know I give her lil' rock like it's Arkansas
I couldn't even feel shit, I took the condom off
But if she tryna have a jit, then I'm not involved
Damn, now that's crucial

First day out, mixing Yerba with solution
I ain't see the gram, but she postin' all her nude shit
On her OnlyFans throw a band when she do shit
Pop a screenshot, cause I love the way she movin'

Jaido peep this, do you see the way she movin'
Yeah, I screenshotted every picture on her page
Then I sold them all on eBay, now I'm gettin' paid
Yeah, player one scam

Me and Ovee back-to-back, it's a traffic jam
Skinny blunts, why you smokin' on a milligram
Start my day right with a blunt, green eggs and ham
Ah, I ain't playin' with em

I don't got a service dog, but I stay with em
Stay with em like a fuckin' bad habit
Floatin' on the beat, mothafucker, this ain't magic
I drip sauce like I walk around with packets

Only smoke Raws when I'm fuckin', I'm a wrap it
My bro like Clank, walkin around with a Rachet
I'm havin' it, you a motherfuckin' has-been

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