PICK POCKET
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Too much on my mind these days
Before I started rappin', I hit a milli in plays
I was doin' okay but I'm back to my old ways
This the type of song that make older ladies get frisk-ayy
(Billy on the track)
Shit, I mean frisky
I just popped a bottle, I think I'm sippin' whiskey
I'm just makin' music for the ones that gon' miss me
This a short song, it's gon' end pretty quickly
So lemme introduce myself for those who do not know me, homie
Humina, Humina, Chim Chim Chim Churry
Dream about the money, only way I get some sleep
I'm not braggin', I'm just lookin' for Serotonin
Always home alone baby, call me Macaulay Culkin
Every single summer, I got girls tryna pick pocket
The boy gets hot baby, Billy a Hot Pocket
I put you on
I'm poppin' like I'm some corn
You want me to perform, of course
Run me that check, run it back like sports
I'm not who your friends adore
I'm barely makin' it out the door
I spent last week walkin' around like a corpse
but run me that check till' I hit the floor
Bill Nye, I'm off the gas
I just did 150 on the dash
I got money like a 40 year old man
So many people tryna steal my swag
Tryna steal my bag
I'm in the studio till' I make a smash
You thought you had some clout, but it passed
I'm really chill, but don't make me spazz