Outta Pocket - Clyde Carson, Iamsu!, Problem

Yeah I put the top down on my brand new B

Top notch on my job

I’m just a young fly nigga out here on D

You can hear me coming out my block

Another day another dollar, hit me we can holla

For some paper I’ll be on time

Harder ladies swear to God they in love with me

But nigga I don’t pay that shit no mind

I just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban

Got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stay

Yeah they lose it all my bumpers so I bump it and I

Then I lose I taught a class with the game in the the husslers handbook

Still been a long time, come and same cooks

Still rock it with the whole fam same crooks

Dedicated to follow the play book

Alabams fuck a wallet

I want it, I got it, just being honest

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket

Alabams fuck a wallet

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

Been down the block, straight up and down nigga keep a six o’clock

Leanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of space with the shit man

I’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the bitch don’t stop get it, get it

Real nigga out the mother fucker rich

It’s me, problem and Carson, beg you pardon

So much paper I’ll be all in the margin

Flow butter no margerine, uh, beg yellow one margine

Bet dark all in the car with me and my niggas we so dope you could snored it

Ballin, no you can’t afford it, real shit, make sure you record it

Coming bout some bullshit I might ‘ford it

All my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament

Alabams fuck a wallet

I want it, I got it, just being honest

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket

Alabams fuck a wallet

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

Yeah, all the clyde that you in

This crackin define it, decides and let a nigga win

So fuck it I’ma turn up

If your whole body tat it lift your shirt up

And show you suckers what you claim and Jack spend thirty last night

Fuck it I could make it back

What?

in Miami with them bad hoes

Still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes

Fuckin the shit out em, dice rollin

Baddin on bur, he buckin the shit out em

2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish

But nigga I ain’t that high, don’t be ask me with my plug is

Now they gonna go to wild west what’s the hoe that

See the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronac

And do em like a dealer and pull that card

Stop gasin these niggas like you do them cars

Step stuckin shit

Alabams fuck a wallet

I want it, I got it, just being honest

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket

Alabams fuck a wallet

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket

If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket