Skoote Da Flair - Pocket Full of Racks (feat. Skoote V) Lyrics

Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpn jumpn jack
Junkies knockin at da back doe
Never leave wit out da flag pole
Watchin out for da five o
Ducked of in a volo vo
My ex bitch was a ass whole
I gave dat thot to my lil bro
Pockets filled up wit dem racks
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpn jumpn jack
Junkies knockin at da back doe
Never leave wit out da flag pole
Watchin out for da five o
Ducked of in a volo vo
My ex bitch was a ass whole
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pockets filled up wit dem racks

Pocket filled up wit dem racks
Junkies turned up off dat pack
Big boy cadillac
6 twelves in da back
Police pull up hit da gas
Couldnt see me thru the glass
Girl you no im bout my cash
Gotta pay rent need it fast
Deez nigga dey watch how i move
I walk around wit dat tool
Never hesitate to shoot
Dont try to play me for no fool
Riding around wit dat bag
I got these lil niggas mad
My ex bitch lookin sad
Cuz my new bitch Extra bad
Stay humble im not trynna brag
If he fouling den i throw da flag
Junkies knockin at da back doe
All dey wanted was a sack
Addin mo cheese to a stack
Gang be on 10 never lack
Try to take my girl it wont be easy
My bitch coochie water fiji
Pussy taste like oranges mix wit kiwi
Black shades on feel like stevie
Why dat f*ck nigga trynna be me
Most niggas velveda yall cheesy
9 milli make em do da breezy
All diz ice round my neck look so freezy
Its trap or die i feel like jeezy
Its trap or die i feel like jeezy

Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpn jumpn jack
Junkies knockin at da back doe
Never leave wit out da flag pole
Watchin out for da five o
Ducked of in a volo vo
My ex bitch was a ass whole
I gave dat thot to my lil bro
Pockets filled up wit dem racks
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack

Baby grib dem sheets and poke dat ass up
Tell ya mans get his cash up
Girl i jus wanna see you throw it backwords
She den slipped and said my name he think he know me
Beat his ass if he hate while im performing
And his jewlery fake dat shit bologna
Motha f*ck da fame one be like tony
Dey hatin on me but you feeling my steelo
Just to get on my level dey need a cheat code
Lot of bull shit unfolded
Police snatched him he folded
Run up on me get folded
Skoote gang and they no it
I just wanna ball dont need no coachin
Finna make it if u havent notice
Got da juice and i got da potion
And a killa but dont provoke me
Come correct when u approach

Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpn jumpn jack
Junkies knockin at da back doe
Never leave wit out da flag pole
Watchin out for da five o
Ducked of in a volo vo
My ex bitch was a ass whole
I gave dat thot to my lil bro
Pockets filled up wit dem racks
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack
Pocket filled up wit dem rack
Trap jumpin jumpin jack