Deep Pockets lyrics

[Intro: YBT]
Let's go
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
I got it off my top
(And I got the Yayo)
Ah ha, let's go

[Verse 1: YBT & Setitoff83]
Ayy, pockets stuffed as hell, I got on Deep Pockets
You can't show luck, you catch one to the head, I dare a n*gga try it (For real)
We catch the opps in traffic, flip the whip, b*tch, everybody dyin' (Skrrt)
Ayy, postin' pictures of you, we the reason everybody cryin' (Ah ha)
Ayy, young savage n*gga walk around with them racks on
He want attention, guaranteed them members get him clapped on
He tried to run, chased him down, that chopper hit his back bone (Boom)
Them b*tch n*ggas be dissin' us, but that sh*t there won't last long (Aight)
Ayy, don't gеt deep like what's his name? (Shh)
Matter fact, I ain't givin' no n*ggas no famе (Go)
Ayy, Dracos, all type of sh*t, we got every gun that a n*gga could name
Ayy, these n*ggas be tellin' for real, givin' them names
Dare a n*gga try to touch my chain, up at his brain, give him a flame (No cap, ha)
Ayy, they stealin' the flow, they ridin' the wave
They steady howlin' out, "Why you trippin', man?", the whole city know that we be ridin' with Ks (Zay)
One thing 'bout me, b*tch, I'm paid
A hundred K, b*tch, I done made (Facts, yeah)
Ayy, she know I don't give a f*ck, if she don't f*ck she gettin' played
Ayy, I got two hoes tryna do a three, I guess they gettin' slayed
Ayy, he tried come 'round knowin' he told, yeah, that n*gga played
Ayy, yeah where he should've stayed
Ayy, we don't tolerate rats, uh, we see one, then he gettin' sprayed (Uh-huh)
They said that we got choppers with them lasers, we ain't sprayin' waste (Oh no)
You say that's your dawg, you took the stand to put him in a cage (What?)
Ayy, I got so much pull up on my hand, they put you in a grave (Grave)
[Verse 2: Setitoff83 & GetRichZay]
Ayy, smoke 'em like some purple haze (Uh-huh)
Ayy, ARP hold three-oh-eights
We throwin' shells, not throwin' shades (Boom)
Catch a faceshot, tryna catch a face
Call them gunners, get sh*t out the way
Ayy, up this fire, don't hesitate (f*ck goin'?)
f*ck n*gga script and take the safe
Ayy, we don't cop pleas (Uh-huh), we pull up, hop out, make him hold deep (Yeah)
Stomach shots, see how I'm four into his knees, on 3 (Big Ku)
Real gangsters comin' in, you better not move and breath (Uh-uh)
I threw back a thirty ball, I'm in this b*tch T'd (Thirty ball)
Thirty on me, throw my hood on, turned to Assassin Creed (Yeah)
f*ck the opps, them n*ggas broke, we smoked 'em in a Russian cream (f*ck the opps)
Deep Pockets, four choppers, run up and tap noggins (Top form)
We started smokin' on lil' buddy from the shh, that n*gga got it (Ha)
We don't see problems, we great problems with blue dollars (Re-up)
With big poles, we crack fours and snatch souls (b*tch, we bros)

[Verse 3: GetRichZay]
Ayy, I got racks in both my pockets with Deep Pockets on (Racks, aight)
Ayy, n*gga spoke on Crazy name (What?), watch who you talkin' on (Uh)
Oh, they threw his block, tryna catch 'em walkin' home (Come on)
Uh, b*tch, I'm backseat ridin', know I got that chopper on me (Let's go, grrt)
5.56 bust a n*gga dome (Boom)
Ayy, Shy with your b*tch, she just gave me her dome (What?)
Got the drop on an opp and the key to his home (What else?)
You ain't talkin' 'bout bread, n*gga, leave me alone (Let's go)
Ayy, push-start, hit the foot (Skrrt)
Ayy, I get you whacked, n*gga, push my button (Boom)
Ayy, brand new Gen2 Glock, this b*tch old but a lil' young like Benjamin Button (Damn)
b*tch, it's Faceshot Gang, you know it ain't me (Huh?)
He got whacked in his throat just for doin' that frontin'
I need four for a bag, I ain't doin' no frontin'
Give him ten for a hat, tell my shooter I love him (Yeah, I love that boy)
He play with that stick just like it's a toy (Go)
See an opp on the news, that's some sh*t we enjoy (And I got the Yayo)
Tryna catch me an opp n*gga right at the Joy (Joy)
[Outro: GetRichZay]
Ayy, Cutt, I'm trippin'
Ayy, Cutt, that's them n*ggas right here