Socks Lyrics

[?] county, 9-1-1, what's the address of—
Sir is there any serious bleeding
I said yes, bro
Okay, is he completely alert?
Is he what?
Is he completely alert?
Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?
Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?
He's neutralized—
Are you with him now?
He's neutralized until you guys get here

Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch
I end up hitting that hoe in my socks
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)

Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that hoe in my socks
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around, get shot

I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping
Pull out that forty on niggas and Uh
Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em
If you good with the lord then I'll send you to Heaven
If not go to hell lil' nigga
Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil nigga
Bond money, we don't fuck with jail lil nigga
Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em
Hope that hating shit working out, the black and the white people all on my dick 'cause I'm versatile
It's Baby, that nigga you heard about
I fucked on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I'm in love with her
I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty
Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
Fuck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a nigga shitting
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
Bitch, I been player, niggas silly
If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke
Yeah, yeah

Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that hoe in my socks
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around and get shot

Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G
I was little, I pissed in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don't care how the fuck I go out, I bet it won't be 'bout no motherfucking freak
When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying
I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three
I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary Imma shoot
Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute
Nah for real, probably keep it too real
Ain't no secret can't keep my lil chill
Niggas gone eat dick just to keep that lil deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real
Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a fuck, about no money
Long as I could take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins
They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's fuck 'em
I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her I'm thuggin
I'ma end up—

Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that hoe in my socks
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me, you gone fuck around and get shot, nigga