You reachin in your pocket
Or who did, cause i did
You easy stealing picked pocket,
Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit
I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit
1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,
Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama
I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh
No money in pocket
Keeping them on the hip
Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.
He say, she say, oh my god
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