Xavier Ingram - Pocket Check Lyrics

She gon let me fuck just for the free
Getting money
No more petty fees
You see the J's up on my feet
Step on them and we going have some beef
Bow down and kneel before the king
I'm King Arthur with the pen indeed
Indeed I got a job to do you see
Niggas look at me so they could eat
Chains up on me
Question if I'm free
The ice will heal the pain
If you could see
The wound is deep
It's coming from the streets
Peaceful person even keeps the piece
Savages all around the block
Protect myself
It's still Fuck the cops
Spin the block
And kill all the ops
When will the blood spill stop
Aye my nigga
I need that chain
Check his wrist
Aye my nigga
No false moves
You get hit
Aye my nigga no hard feelings
This my rent
We gon slide on these niggas
I insist
Told em
Put your hands up in the sky
Take a look into my eyes
If you don't bullets will fly
Now I'm down to ride
If you down to ride
Catch some bodies
Couple homicides
Niggas think it's sweet
Like October treats
You better check in
Or you see defeat
Gimme that chain
Gimme that watch
Gimme your shoes
Gimme those socks
Gimme that shirt
I put in work
Gimme that belt
I'll put you in a hearse
On a first name basis with the clerk
Got it out the mud
Like we born from the dirt
That nigga lil bitch
Yeah put him in a skirt
You know we getting money
Like the 15th and the 1st
Homies on the corners
Gotta pop off
Show a real goon
That you not soft
Wonder what my life worth
A nice cost
A hefty price
If you do cross
Me
Chop ya body up to your feet
Mail it to your mom
Let her take a peek
Raise ya son up
Make him he's free
Give him a lil job
Now he working for me
He working for me
He working for me
Baby momma suck me
When I please
Hell of a life
Done being nice
Watch your mouth
Or you take this knife
What's your life worth
A hefty price?
You always got money
I like your ice
I like your clothes
I like your shoes
Stay still
Be cool
Gimme that chain
Gimme that watch
Gimme your shoes
Gimme those socks
Gimme that shirt
I put in work
Gimme that belt
I'll put you in a hearse
On a first name basis with the clerk
Got it out the mud
Like we born from the dirt
That nigga lil bitch
Yeah put him in a skirt
You know we getting money
Like the 15th and the 1st

She gon let me fuck just for the free
Getting money
No more petty fees
You see the J's up on my feet
Step on them and we going have some beef
Bow down and kneel before the king
I'm King Arthur with the pen indeed
Indeed I got a job to do you see
Niggas look at me so they could eat
Chains up on me
Question if I'm free
The ice will heal the pain
If you could see
The wound is deep
It's coming from the streets
Peaceful person even keeps the piece
Savages all around the block
Protect myself
It's still Fuck the cops
Spin the block
And kill all the ops
When will the blood spill stop
Aye my nigga
I need that chain
Check his wrist
Aye my nigga
No false moves
You get hit
Aye my nigga no hard feelings
This my rent
We gon slide on these niggas
I insist
Told em
Put your hands up in the sky
Take a look into my eyes
If you don't bullets will fly
Now I'm down to ride
If you down to ride
Catch some bodies
Couple homicides
Niggas think it's sweet
Like October treats
You better check in
Or you see defeat
Gimme that chain
Gimme that watch
Gimme your shoes
Gimme those socks
Gimme that shirt
I put in work
Gimme that belt
I'll put you in a hearse
On a first name basis with the clerk
Got it out the mud
Like we born from the dirt
That nigga lil bitch
Yeah put him in a skirt
You know we getting money
Like the 15th and the 1st
Homies on the corners
Gotta pop off
Show a real goon
That you not soft
Wonder what my life worth
A nice cost
A hefty price
If you do cross
Me
Chop ya body up to your feet
Mail it to your mom
Let her take a peek
Raise ya son up
Make him he's free
Give him a lil job
Now he working for me
He working for me
He working for me
Baby momma suck me
When I please
Hell of a life
Done being nice
Watch your mouth
Or you take this knife
What's your life worth
A hefty price?
You always got money
I like your ice
I like your clothes
I like your shoes
Stay still
Be cool
Gimme that chain
Gimme that watch
Gimme your shoes
Gimme those socks
Gimme that shirt
I put in work
Gimme that belt
I'll put you in a hearse
On a first name basis with the clerk
Got it out the mud
Like we born from the dirt
That nigga lil bitch
Yeah put him in a skirt
You know we getting money
Like the 15th and the 1st