Finesse2tymes 6Pockets Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Hoops, this shit crazy)
Art of war
Finesse
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)

[Verse]
They tried to treat me like peewee (Little league)
They gon' put this shit on repeat (They gon' run it back)
Pull up to the club with so many gangsters, niggas thought I was a GD (A boss player)
Five poppin', six poppin' (What's poppin'?)
Quarter mil', all profit (All profit)
Four pockets full, I f*ck with Lil Baby, but I need six pockets (Let me get that)
We in the mall with sticks and Glocks 'cause it can go down like anywhere (Like right now)
I'm f*ckin' your bitch from the back, her p*ssy was tight, so I was like, "Get in there" (Get in there)
I drip like it's tax time (Tax time), Louis V belt wrapped around my MAC-9 (Hrrt)
FNG the clan, like Aryan Nations, we don't give a f*ck about Black lives (Give no f*ck)
They thought they left me behind, I caught up and passed 'em, clean as a vacuum (I'm clean as a vacuum)
She on my dick like a Magnum, FOA, gotta f*ck on arrival (f*ck on the spot)
Niggas throw slick shots, we got big shots, more tools than big lots (Big lots)
Count up 'til my wrist pop, with a thick thot, rollin' up out a Ziploc (Ziploc)
I told the team, "Let's eat up" (Let's eat up), you jump on the stage, get beat up (Get brrt)
Them Glocks got titties, C-cups (C-cups)
I'm dope, the streets wanna re-up (Wanna re-up) I'm what they waitin' on (Waitin' on)
We run the city, the f*ck they debatin' on? (f*ck they debatin' on?)
Them niggas didn't f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
I got out and came up, now they face long
Look, I don't want no apologies (f*ck that)
f*ck love, I don't need acknowledgements (At all)
Just bring me my backend (Let me get that)
I get it, I'm gone like it was a robbery (I'm gone)
Seventy-five for a show (Seventy-five)
Forty thou' for a walkthrough (That's a forty-ball)
My communication skills f*cked up (They f*cked up)
I'm the wrong one to try to talk to (Don't you talk to me)
Everybody with me finessin' (Finessin')
She tryna leave and get naked (Come on)
I pulled out, tried to cum on her
She like, "Nah, baby, let me catch it" (Ayy)
I'm like, "Ooh, you gangster" (Gangster)
I made it back home, Lord, I thank You (Thank God)
If a nigga would've tried me in jail, on the Five, bro, I would've shanked him (Bitch)
It's easy to kill 'em, I gotta out-think 'em (Out-think 'em), they want me gone forever (They want me gone)
At first they wasn't f*ckin' with me, now they wanna link and do a song together (They tryna link with me)
Nah, I'm cool, homie, all money ain't good money (Ain't good money)
I'm here to get everything that the streets done took from me (Done took from me)
Come get you some kush from me (It's war)