Cootie - In My Pocket lyrics
[Cootie - In My Pocket lyrics]
Racks all in my pockets, codeine in my body
Say you love me, stop it, I don’t trust nobody
All my niggas silent, when she go down, bitch, we bout it
She like going shopping, I ain’t trippin’ cause I got it
Shoppin’ sprees for the bad hoes, bam
I’m in that cab right now, the fast one, lam
Know you get the picture cause the picture real clear
I know you thought I fell out, but a nigga still here, still here
Diamonds still clear, pockets real still
Hunnid bands, just out one trip, leave hundred dollar tip
Know I’m hip, take your hoe and dip, dick out, let her rip
Say she love me, but I love to trap
I’m not Dr. Phil She crack a sieve
Hope her lines refill, my blunts over filled
Foreign whips Catch me speedin’ off
See smoke off from the wheels
Keep her still, that hoe head so sloppy, need her baby built
But don’t trust now, anything suspicious, gon’ get over-tripped
Ayy, racks long as a football field, can’t fall off on top like a cliff
Hit the mall and spin the grill so much the owner send me gifts
Get a brick and make it disappear, gymnastic make it feel
Shoppin’ sprees and movin’ piece, 365 days of the year
Racks all in my pockets
Codeine in my body
Say you love me, stop it
I don’t trust nobody
All my niggas silent
When she go down, bitch we bout it
She like goin’ shoppin’, I ain’t trippin’ cause I got it
Shoppin’ sprees for the bad hoes, bam
I’m in that cab right now, the fast one, lamb
Know you get the picture cause the picture real clear
I know you thought I fell out, but a nigga still here
Say you love me, stop it, I don’t trust nobody
All my niggas silent, when she go down, bitch, we bout it
She like going shopping, I ain’t trippin’ cause I got it
Shoppin’ sprees for the bad hoes, bam
I’m in that cab right now, the fast one, lam
Know you get the picture cause the picture real clear
I know you thought I fell out, but a nigga still here, still here
Diamonds still clear, pockets real still
Hunnid bands, just out one trip, leave hundred dollar tip
Know I’m hip, take your hoe and dip, dick out, let her rip
Say she love me, but I love to trap
I’m not Dr. Phil She crack a sieve
Hope her lines refill, my blunts over filled
Foreign whips Catch me speedin’ off
See smoke off from the wheels
Keep her still, that hoe head so sloppy, need her baby built
But don’t trust now, anything suspicious, gon’ get over-tripped
Ayy, racks long as a football field, can’t fall off on top like a cliff
Hit the mall and spin the grill so much the owner send me gifts
Get a brick and make it disappear, gymnastic make it feel
Shoppin’ sprees and movin’ piece, 365 days of the year
Racks all in my pockets
Codeine in my body
Say you love me, stop it
I don’t trust nobody
All my niggas silent
When she go down, bitch we bout it
She like goin’ shoppin’, I ain’t trippin’ cause I got it
Shoppin’ sprees for the bad hoes, bam
I’m in that cab right now, the fast one, lamb
Know you get the picture cause the picture real clear
I know you thought I fell out, but a nigga still here