Outta Pocket By Metafortae Lyrics

 I heard that you was talking reckless outta pocket
I can hit you with shotgun or a rocket
I ain't got nothing to lose so just stop it
I can bring the chocolate s'mores or the mosh pit
I'm really with the shits, it can go, either way
Fuck how much, money you got, to throw away
Luck won't, save you from wraith, or gun-play
Bring your whole squad its initiation day.

Smoke your silly ass, like a swisher sweet
This a cold street nigga, you don't wanna meet
I got sexy girls but, you don't wanna creep
I'll pull up at your show and pull the ground from your feet.
Gon square up, lets get to it then
Bet you fight like a penis-less businessmen
You got problems I got problems but they bout to end
I will make you regret the hate you swimming in

What you gon do if I catch you off guard
Are you going to run or pretend you Teflon
Bettin all my cash you gon make some red lawn
All bad news when you put the noose on
May have lost my cash never ever my mind
May have been funny but you crossed that line
May I break your face or your dirty glass jaw
If you feeling froggy please leap and pass on
Your song don't got no bop that's why you on my tele jelly
I don't give a fuck don't be calling late on my celly
for you spot me at your girls with my peanut all in her jelly
I'll paint you black n blue and have you walking home smelly
I'm a catch a body or you catch, these hands
We gon light the party up or light up, ya mans
Disrespect me, I'll, mess up, ya plans,
Pop up at a game throw yo ass off the stands

Like the rock you ready to get slammed, around
You higher than that Whitney or that bob, by brown
To be fucking with me you must be, a clown
I ain't Yong Joc but its, going down
Plain and simple bitch get your brain and temple stitched
Playing with a boss all you'll do is take a loss
Press you at your nest watch your soul leave your chest
I'll run yo ass over topping Suge Knight at his best
Hope like the water cause you bout, to drown
Swimming like the fishes for that, talking down
Finna miss your momma when I ghost, her town
Hold you with the blicky make you wear, a gown
Pop your pimple snitch see your blood and body twitch
You paying for a hit I'll slide threw and leave a clip
You playing checkers stressed I am only playing chess
I'll leak you like a faucet make you drink some horse's shits