DMX lyrics

[Intro]
Scott, thank you for f*cking with me
Helluva made this beat, baby
Yeah (think bout, when a n*gga didn't have, when I told a joke)
Hahahaha (ay, didn't laugh, ay)

[Chorus]
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
Now they all in my DMs, ready to sock it to my pocket
All out of pocket, beggin' me to f*ck with they ass
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
It's all gravy, I need cash before the ass
Leave the car on, cause when I finish I'mma do the dash

[Verse 1]
20k my choosin' fee, you ain't got it, that's too bad
Bape trenchcoat on, look like I left sciencе class
b*tch fire, her neck avеrage, I call her C class
Clip on that Glock long as hell, like Guapdad durag
High as kites off these Kyries, had to pour up to come down
Took that b*tch to the fair since she like f*cking with clowns
Look like I did the Hokey Pokey, for that bag I turn around
Up in Philly choppin' game with Trigga and OG Brown
b*tch, how you like me now? Spent a bag on a smile
Start a moshpit with the thugs like we up at Rolling Loud
A fan stepped on my cleats, I start knockin' at the crowd
Took the tag off my purples, I don't like my drip loud

[Chorus]
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
Now they all in my DMs, ready to sock it to my pocket
All out of pocket, beggin' me to f*ck with they ass
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
It's all gravy, I need cash before the ass
Leave the car on, cause when I finish I'mma do the dash
[Verse 2]
I got a BeBe and a CeCe, you can call me Oscar Proud
I be paranoid as f*ck when my high start coming down
Double park the pickup, them boys love me in the 'jects
Cleat shopping with [?] and Ricky, got a 50 in his sweats
b*tch asked me who I was when I whipped out a check
Told the b*tch I'm just visiting, I play for the Mets
Cap so hard, I need a Von Dutch hat with the net
Later on put on my b*tch, she opened up, we play catch
And I been feeling [?] since lil' mama checked me 80
And I been eatin' good, mashed potatoes with the gravy
And when I'm off this dog, I'm so outta
Jerry Rice in my account, Warren Sapp all in my pocket

[Chorus]
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
Now they all in my DMs, ready to sock it to my pocket
All out of pocket, beggin' me to f*ck with they ass
I think bout
When a n*gga didn't have
When a n*gga told a joke and the b*tches didn't laugh
It's all gravy, I need cash before the ass
Leave the car on, cause when I finish I'mma do the dash
[Outro]
You now listenin' to No Shame 3
And when I'm off this dog, I'm so outta pocket
I'm a clumsy motherf*cker, I be breaking wallets