YBT, GetRichZay, Setitoff83 - Deep Pockets lyrics

Let's go y'all know what the fuck goin' on
I got it off my top (And I got the Yayo)
Ah ha, let's go

Ayy, pockets stuffed as hell
I got on Deep Pockets
You can't show luck, you catch
One to the head, i dare a nigga try it
(For real) we catch the opps in traffic
Flip the whip, bitch, everybody dyin'
(Skrrt) ayy, postin' pictures of you
We the reason everybody cryin' (Ah ha)
Ayy, young savage nigga 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 bitch niggas be dissin' us
But that shit there won't last long (Aight)
Ayy, don't gеt deep like what's his name?
(Shh)
Matter fact, I ain't givin' no niggas no famе
(Go) ayy, Dracos, all type of shit
We got every gun that a nigga could name
Ayy, these niggas be tellin' for real
Givin' them names
Dare a nigga 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, bitch, I'm paid
A hundred K, bitch, I done made (Facts, yeah)
Ayy, she know I don't give a fuck
If she don't fuck 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 nigga 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)

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 shit out the way
Ayy, up this fire, don't hesitate
(Fuck goin'?)
Fuck nigga 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 bitch T'd (Thirty ball)
Thirty on me, throw my hood on
Turned to Assassin Creed (yeah)
Fuck the opps, them niggas broke
We smoked 'em in a Russian cream
(Fuck the opps) deep Pockets, four choppers
Run up and tap noggins (Top form)
We started smokin' on lil'
Buddy from the shh, that nigga 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
(Bitch, we bros)

Ayy, I got racks in both my
Pockets with Deep Pockets on (Racks, aight)
Ayy, nigga spoke on Crazy name
(What?) , watch who you talkin' on (Uh)
Oh, they threw his block
Tryna catch 'em walkin' home (Come on)
Uh, bitch, I'm backseat ridin'
Know I got that chopper on me
(Let's go, grrt)
556 bust a nigga dome (Boom)
Ayy, Shy with your bitch
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, nigga
Leave me alone (Let's go)
Ayy, push-start, hit the foot (Skrrt)
Ayy, I get you whacked, nigga, push my button
(Boom) ayy, brand new Gen2 Glock
This bitch old but a lil'
Young like Benjamin Button (Damn)
Bitch, 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 shit we enjoy
(And I got the Yayo)
Tryna catch me an opp nigga right at the Joy
(Joy)

Ayy, Cutt, I'm trippin'
Ayy, Cutt, that's them niggas right here