SOCKS

作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Darryl Clemons

作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Darryl Clemons

[Intro]

... county 911 what's the address

Sir is there any serious bleeding

I said yes bro

Ok Is he completely alert?

Is he what?

Is he completely alert?

Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man bro?

Sir I'm askin you is he completely alert?

He's neutralized

Are you with him now?

He's neutralized until you guys get here

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah, yeah, b***h

I end up hitting that hoe with my socks

(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)

Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that hoe with my socks

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama

Ready to hit like my pops

Come **** around with me, **** around with me, you gone **** around, get shot

[Verse 1]

I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping

Pull out that forty on niggas and Uh

Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em

If you good with the lord then I'll send you to Heaven

If not go to hell lil nigga

Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil nigga

Bond money, we don't **** with jail lil nigga

Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em

Hope that hating shit working out, the black and the white people all on my d**k 'cause I'm versatile

It's Baby, that nigga you heard about

I ****ed on her, she a freak now

I like how she talk, I'm in love with her

I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty

Niggas ever ain't tripping on t*****s

Take this bread and go get me a glizzy

**** haters, get money, got it tatted on my thighs

I see every time a nigga shitting

Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama

And still my lil gangsta give me remy

B***h, I been player, niggas silly

If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night

Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

Getting into it with one shoe on

Hitting that hoe with my socks

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama

Ready to hit like my pops

Come **** around with me, **** around with me, you gone **** around and get shot

[Verse 2]

Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry

I get angry like my brother G

I was little, I pissed in the bed

Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef

I don't care how the **** I go out, I bet it won't be 'bout no mother****ing freak

When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying

I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three

I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two

I do everything way better than you

B***h ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do

B***h ass nigga, I ain't scary Imma shoot

B***h get missing, I ain't caring if she cute

Nah for real, probably keep it too real

Ain't no secret can't keep my lil chill

Niggas gone eat shit just to keep that lil deal

Lost twenty million for keeping it real

B***h, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a ****, about no money

Long as I could take care of all my children

All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins

They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's **** 'em

I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her I'm thuggin

[Chorus]

Imma end up, getting into her with one shoe on

Hitting that hoe with my socks

Popping shit how I pop it, uh

Riding around with that Glock, yeah

Talking shit like my mama

Ready to hit like my pops

Come **** around with me, **** around with me, you gone **** around and get shot