Sean C, LV, A$AP Ferg, Pusha T - Hand In My Pocket lyrics

[Sean C, LV, A$AP Ferg, Pusha T - Hand In My Pocket lyrics]

Hand in my pocket and my
Fingers on the trigger
Walk Fulton mall like a Fulton street nigga
Still by my fronts off of Fulton street
Nigga gabby got my face next to
Shyne in the pictures
Sean C mad cause my time a little off
But I tried to tell 'em I
Make mines off of soft
So while he screaming deadlines I
Just ducked fed time
Read about it as this Lamborghini redlines
I'm CK with my Cody way
Mistaken for BK when the flow's displayed
When really I'm BX with that reflex
Replaced in VA, I'm a reject
Perfection takes time like a vintage wine
Don't compare me to fake rappers
They just fucking rhyme
So when you want a Johnny on the spot
The only thing I got is my Glock
We got our hand in our pocket
With our finger on the trigger
Little man with a couple rockets
You ain't fucking with us
Cause your man on the blocka blocka
Brain up on that ceiling
I be damned if you gossip, gossip
Run up on your children
And they don't and they don't and
They don't and they don't
(This is what it is)
And they don't and they don't and
They don't and they don't
(This is what it is)
And they don't and they don't and
They don't and they don't
(We gon' run up on your kids)
And they don't and they don't and
They don't and they don't
(And it is what it is) and they don't

The best things come to those who wait
The yola bakes
The condo is paid off by the closing date
No verse paid for that
That's from throwing weight
To every nigga getting money hope to motivate
And all similar guns, Rozay runs
For 16 hours we would sweep up crumbs
Still then we would never sleep on niggas
Kept our hands in our pockets and
Our fingers on the trigger

You talking about what you gon' do, sir
Talking about busting your Ruger
I don't believe you got looser
Most of you pussies is neutered
Talking about how you got big guns
You just be fuck computers
Talking about how your man draws
This nigga remind me of Luther
I'm just a little bipolar and my
System is hunting on solar
And I'm spitting like welcome to
An island of vultures and I'm so
Superfragilisticexpi-out-of-my dosage
And I need my medicine cause
I'm sick as fucking neurosis
In the focus, lines of coke in noses
Fucking bitches
Oh shit, tell your bitch to blow this
I'm a motherfucking lunatic
Run around with hooligans
This motherfucker don't want beef
I heard he on some tuna shit
Hit him over the head with
A motherfucking pool stick
Hold this fucker a hostage, hmm
Feed this bitch a spoon of shit
You like that?
I'mma take this garbage out and
I'll be right back

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