Outta Pocket lyrics

[Intro]
(Matt, what up?)

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these n*ggas really b*tches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers f*ck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f*ckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin

[Verse 1]
He tryna look mad in all his pictures, he is not no killer
This right here put holes in n*ggas' face, but it ain't got no filter
I seen n*ggas clique up with the opps who used to live with me
My young n*gga a thug, he older than me, but he call me big bruh
He say he catch an opp, this sh*t in blood, he already know it's up
Been my dog since kids, if you get caught, know I'll pay your bond
He said it's out of love, I don't nothing but a switch on my gun
Told you that I love you, but if I leave, that mean you ain't the one
All my diamonds dancin', really hittin', I might be touchin' sun
I'm a real hitter, probably take it 'fore I buy your gun
I know n*ggas died for sayin' sh*t and they ain't even really mean it
I pull out her tracks, beat in her back, [?] get to screamin'
Sold your n*gga a case of green, he got high, but he ain't really leanin'
That lil' b*tch a freak, after we f*ck, she lick up all my semen
Ho had snuck some pictures, took her phone and made that b*tch delete 'em
Clutching while she eating, b*tch, don't you forget that I'm a demon
[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these n*ggas really b*tches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers f*ck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f*ckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin

[Verse 2]
I'm tryna find ways, can I rap and still try and move this dope?
Hop out the side of McLaren, put the blick inside this Moncler coat
I can't f*ck with you 'cause you wear green and don't know how to move
So I just started crashin' n*ggas out who didn't know how to shoot
I take Percs and I can't sleep, got me fightin' these demons
In the streets, you can't find love, but I'm lookin' for Jesus
So many times it been hard and ain't nobody need you
These n*ggas broke, ain't got no funds, how you gon' be a leader?
How you gon' help out your young n*ggas that actually need you?
Had to focus on myself, I got people to feed too
And opps know it's up, dawg
[?] as long as they die, forever f*ck y'all

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these n*ggas really b*tches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers f*ck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot sh*t, f*ckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin