Illy Mal - No Pockets (feat. ImJusForeign)

Broke niggas ain't got no pockets
I talk my shit had to pop it
Got all my drip out the faucet
I been finessing the guala

You ain't my type
Get out my life
You don't act right
I had to leave her
30s and nines I might pop mines
Don't do stop signs
I had to leave her

I had to leave her
She want my coin like a meter
I told her baby girl
It's nice to meet ya
These bitches be faking it like Cousin Skeeter
I pop my collar and swipe on a visa You fake it till u make it
I ain't believe her
She tried to leave me naked
I had to peep it
I had to penetrate it and
Michael beat it
You ain't my type
You don't ride right
Ain't no WiFi you need a signal
Eating Pad thai you can not try
Eat a hot fry go eat a Cheeto
In my comments and you all in my DM why you bugging me
You like a mosquito
Ain't tryna hear it and
I ain't tryna see em
Broke niggas no
I don't wanna be em
I had to make a deposit
I'm the plug and the socket
I get higher and higher
Put the stash up in the cockpit
Tell me what is in yo wallet
They ain't give me no option
Say you love me you a liar
Imma pull up wit the fire
Pull up wit the pocket rocket
Skrt skrt wit the tires
Let a pussy nigga try

Broke niggas ain't got no pockets
I talk my shit had to pop it
Got all my drip out the faucet
I been finessing the guala

You ain't my type
Get out my life
You don't act right
I had to leave her
30s and nines I might pop mines
Don't do stop signs
I had to leave her

Broke niggas ain't got no pockets
I talk my shit had to pop it
Got all my drip out the faucet
I been finessing the guala

You ain't my type
Get out my life
You don't act right
I had to leave her
30s and nines I might pop mines
Don't do stop signs
I had to leave her

Written by:
Joshua Glaze, Malcolm Kelly

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