[Intro]
(808 got the sound n***a)
Fifty
Aye
(Eskimo)
Walking around with thigh pads in my pocket n***a
Yeah
(Aye Juvee)

[Chorus]
Yeah
You know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the [?]
My young n***a on the block, they door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it, then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me, I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock, no sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch, that shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some n***as in LA banging like Bompton
[Verse]
I'm smoking California when I'm in Compton
I'm counting rackaids yeah I count that shit often
Just put a ten on my hand but they ain't gon off me
I'm in [?] so that shit finna cost me
They tryna catch me but you know they lost me
Man everyday I got them racks in my pocket
I'm rich slime you know we making deposits
Got a automatic stick it's ducked in my closet
I'm plugged in I got the plugs to the socket
I'm paranoid cuz I know that they watching
My ice hitting, man it's fighting like boxing
I'm hitting with the stick you know that shit knocking
Got key stick on me I know that they plotting
Got double down sticks on me, I'm in the penthouse
N***as want smoke, I'm finna see what that shit about
I'm going over, I got them shooters from down south
Two shooters and they taking your trap house
Got two shooters they run in your trap house
Young n***as man they guarding your stash house
Breakdown finna show you what trapping about
My grandma asking me, man what's all that traffic about
I feel like point guard, I'm passing them straps out
Keep 5-7's but I'm toting them blackouts
13 I was bringing that Mac out
Alotta pistols and they all from my trap house
[Chorus]
Yeah
You know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the [?]
My young n***a on the block, they door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it, then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me, I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock, no sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch, that shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some n***as in LA banging like Bompton