"Pocket Full Of Bullets" lyrics
What the fuck he saying?
I'll be standing on the pavement
Pocket full of bullets, I ain't playing (I ain't playing)
I'm going to pull up where he staying
I ain't talking about vacation
That mossberg pump have you pump faking (faking)
It's okay, disobey, this whole shit's in disarray
They can say what they may, I'd rather fight, it's a fade
Shit, we all going to die, but you act like it's a race
Dumb cracker always bitching, 308 gon' smash your face
(Smash your face)
Digging holes with my shovel, it's a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it's a grave
Loudest in the room ain't been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain't nothing else to say
Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing. yeah
Give a fuck about smoke with a forest fire
I'm going to need a can of gasoline
Blow torch, and more lighters
Born up north, different climate, shit was violent
(It was violent)
I never ran away, just stared in the face and glorified it
So when you see me walking, I'm going to let you get up close
I ain't never scared to bleed on the street or grab a rope
If it's a hood or a small town, bitch, I'm from both
In this shit for all the crazy white boys that's trained to go
I'm talking roll calls, penitentiary phone calls
Found out what he did for his bid, and he got stole on (stole on)
Cut open, buck-fifty, fuck with me, stuck quickly
You can't be my dog if you ain't walked through the mud with me
(Mud with me, mud with me)
Digging holes with my shovel, it's a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it's a grave
Loudest in the room ain't been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain't nothing else to say
Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing
I got pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing
I'll be standing on the pavement
Pocket full of bullets, I ain't playing (I ain't playing)
I'm going to pull up where he staying
I ain't talking about vacation
That mossberg pump have you pump faking (faking)
It's okay, disobey, this whole shit's in disarray
They can say what they may, I'd rather fight, it's a fade
Shit, we all going to die, but you act like it's a race
Dumb cracker always bitching, 308 gon' smash your face
(Smash your face)
Digging holes with my shovel, it's a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it's a grave
Loudest in the room ain't been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain't nothing else to say
Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing. yeah
Give a fuck about smoke with a forest fire
I'm going to need a can of gasoline
Blow torch, and more lighters
Born up north, different climate, shit was violent
(It was violent)
I never ran away, just stared in the face and glorified it
So when you see me walking, I'm going to let you get up close
I ain't never scared to bleed on the street or grab a rope
If it's a hood or a small town, bitch, I'm from both
In this shit for all the crazy white boys that's trained to go
I'm talking roll calls, penitentiary phone calls
Found out what he did for his bid, and he got stole on (stole on)
Cut open, buck-fifty, fuck with me, stuck quickly
You can't be my dog if you ain't walked through the mud with me
(Mud with me, mud with me)
Digging holes with my shovel, it's a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it's a grave
Loudest in the room ain't been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain't nothing else to say
Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing
I got pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain't going to do a damn thing
Writer(s): Adam Calhoun
