Knots in my Pocket
[Joe Pesci in "Casino" (1995)]
"..hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. 'Cause I'm fucking stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it."
Don't look to low n***a its knots in my pocket
Even though im gone im blasting off like a rocket
This bitch too trazy she just made my blocklist
Fuck with me and I can show you where the gwap is
Thats on Jesus im a vet
Im a bust me down a pack and flip that bitch till its none left
Im in Vegas shooting craps
Forever chasing a cheque
He ain't really in his bag
He doing it for the net
Bro pour a deuce of Wock
Imma pour a deuce of the Tussin
If he got it we gon cop
You know that shit ain't really nothing
? for the boys ? and did it up on em
I need a freaky bitch
Who get to lickin soon as I touch her
On Bro
Bad bitch
We in the stu till the sun rise
She went to sleep but when we leave
Bitch you know the vibes
She got a cheque for me, believe it
You know imma slide
I took a 30
Cause the 10s werent doing me right
[hook x 2]
He play with the thugs and we giving him slugs
He wanna diss rap, tryna catch him a buzz
Told brody, step on the gas I just dipped on the plug
Thats cause his bitch ass shoulda been showing more love
I hit my
Other plug, bitch I need more drugs
Im finna pull up
Ill hit you when im in the front
Bad bitch in the passenger
Good za, shes stuck
He make one false move
And thats on God hes fucked
Save it for the team
You can't eat with the breadwinners
We just eat, we dont compete
See we bred different
My word sluring
You can see thats the meds kickin
Why you talkin reckless on the phone
Like the feds dont listen
"..hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. 'Cause I'm fucking stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it."
Don't look to low n***a its knots in my pocket
Even though im gone im blasting off like a rocket
This bitch too trazy she just made my blocklist
Fuck with me and I can show you where the gwap is
Thats on Jesus im a vet
Im a bust me down a pack and flip that bitch till its none left
Im in Vegas shooting craps
Forever chasing a cheque
He ain't really in his bag
He doing it for the net
Bro pour a deuce of Wock
Imma pour a deuce of the Tussin
If he got it we gon cop
You know that shit ain't really nothing
? for the boys ? and did it up on em
I need a freaky bitch
Who get to lickin soon as I touch her
On Bro
Bad bitch
We in the stu till the sun rise
She went to sleep but when we leave
Bitch you know the vibes
She got a cheque for me, believe it
You know imma slide
I took a 30
Cause the 10s werent doing me right
[hook x 2]
He play with the thugs and we giving him slugs
He wanna diss rap, tryna catch him a buzz
Told brody, step on the gas I just dipped on the plug
Thats cause his bitch ass shoulda been showing more love
I hit my
Other plug, bitch I need more drugs
Im finna pull up
Ill hit you when im in the front
Bad bitch in the passenger
Good za, shes stuck
He make one false move
And thats on God hes fucked
Save it for the team
You can't eat with the breadwinners
We just eat, we dont compete
See we bred different
My word sluring
You can see thats the meds kickin
Why you talkin reckless on the phone
Like the feds dont listen