"pocket bag" lyrics

Yeah, that's the type of shit that I love (Uh)
Five percent tint on the window, they can't even see us
Uh, I'm cropping you out of the picture for once
Keep-keep saying I'm a dickhead, told you little bitch
I said, "I'm about to bust," run around trying on new fits
And I do this shit for fun
Come on, get a crew-crewneck. I got a t-shirt on my gun
Go back to sleep, I'm about to go hit my feat, uh
I ain't playing for keeps, uh, po-pocket bag, money in the sheets, uh

Give me head, girl, you a sheep, I ain't gon' change the streets, hold up, huh
I'm in inside, she screeching, I think I just breached it

Yeah, that's the type of shit that I love (Uh, uh, uh)
Five percent tint on the window, they can't even see us (Bow, bow, uh)
Uh, I'm cropping you out of the picture for once (Huh)
Keep-keep saying I'm a dickhead, told you little bitch
I said, "I'm about to bust," run around trying on new fits
And I do this shit for fun
Come on, get a crew-crewneck. I got a t-shirt on my gun
Go back to sleep, I'm about to go hit my feat, uh
I ain't playing for keeps, uh, po-pocket bag, money in the sheets, uh