Lyrics Pockets Fat, Pt. 2 - Notorious T

Pockets fat, sitting on a stack She just play with balls, lickin' on my sack
And I keep it on me, like that Like that
Riding with a 30, I stay with that curry Shoot em up, cook em up like curry
Think you funny, Bill Murray, That's your girl, you better worry

I bet you heard how they talk, I'm on the block Popping out the two door, just me and my Glock
My bitch don't eat chicken, but she love that cock My ex bitch nasty, she smoke on that flock
Feelin' like a zombie, I'm just tryna get some brains This bitch insane, she must be in lots of pain
She sippin' Tito's, doing 140 in the range She said I ain't the same, told her that she need to change

I always stay strapped, but I still know how to fight Strap a scope up on my AK and he's out of sight
I don't like to fight, but these boys just bark, don't bite I don't wanna kill him, but the way he acts, I might
I've been making music for a good while I just do this shit for fun, I don't got a style
I pull up on him, I'm watching him run, he went a whole mile My ex bitch nasty, bitch lookin' hella vile

She always getting drunk, throwing up, fuckin' bile Till another day, I won't see you in a while
Got my money up, haters going down But for the summer I'm a king, where's my fuckin' crown
Saw a suburban it pull up, I heard the guns sound I heard lots of yelling, then these people hit the ground
A kid went missing last week, he has not been found They caught him lacking at three, hit him with a round

But we get so turned up, you can catch us in our zone I swear fuckin' turnt, bitch I got like six phones
This bitch coming over and she's gonna eat the bone If you hate on me, fuck you bitch, you just a clone
You fuckin' clones
Pockets fat, sitting on a stack She just play with balls, lickin' on my sack And I'm keep it on me like that

Pockets fat, sitting on a stack She just play with balls, lickin' on my sack And I'm keep it on me like that
Ahhh, Notorious T