Pockets Fat Peter Griffin (feat. Viizzi & Kai555!)

I ran out of drugs, so now I'm feeling kinda pissed off We ain't on a pitch but you about to see it kick off Diamonds dancing all over my presidential wrist watch Choppa finna make him dance like he was doing TikTok's Come in with the crew and we gon' air it out with big glocks We ain't running out of ammo, Draco got a big stock We ain't skimming pebbles in this bitch, go head and kick rocks Pockets looking heavy kinda resembling Rick Ross I take drugs to take the pain away, yeah Feel it in my gut that all the better days are so far gone Know I'm gonna blow up and it won't be long Look into my eyes, can you tell me that I'm wrong? In the bathroom with your bitch, smoking Fentanyl In the bathroom with your bitch, she finna risk it all I don't even rock no Vans but girl I'm off the wall I don't wanna talk about it, boy don't piss me off I was right over your state, different time zone All these boys they wanna copy, yeah, they my clone In Atlanta so much, they think it's my home How much did I fucking take? I think they minds blown Kill me, slowly, Perkies wanna hold me Relapse, might crash, I've been feeling lonely Don't you ever say you knew me, bitch, you is a phoney Pockets getting bigger like their name Fat Tony Pockets fat on Peter Griffin Focused on the bag, feel like I'm Kodak, tunnel vision All these bitches on my line steady tryna knock my pimpin' Throw a couple shots at his feet, got him limpin' I be on a mission, I smoke this gas and be the best You said that you hate me girl I already know that I'm a mess Run your hand around my spine and your blade across my chest Heard these bitches talking shit, so we lay 'em down to rest now Put them ARs to the test now, swear I can't get you out my life you ain't nothing but a pest, wow Your bitch in my bed now Only think I give a f*ck about is bad bitches and smokin' loud