Yeah, haha
Boy you outta pocket, haha
Yeah
Aye
Yeah, aye
Youngmindtrip
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You say that you f*ckin with me, but we know that's a lie
Cause every time I drop some shit my play count ain't too high, yuh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
This is industry is full of lames
Just a bunch of names trying to grasp for fame
I guess this was all just in vein
It's time to rebuild from the flames
Your favorite rapper claim that he been woke
But he keep his scumy kinfolk
I don't worship false idols
I ain't one of your disciples, yeah
On the hunt for a f*ckboy, aye
Talked all that shit now you stuck boy, aye
I'm sending some thoughts and prayers your way
Better stay clear when I have a bad day
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
With one call Ima press the f*cking button, yah (aye)
I don't know why they try to be something that they not
I don't know why they try to be something that is hot
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that he say she say
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that-
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Why you so outta pocket, bruh?
Stop it with all that talkin, bruh
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
We don't f*ck around
Got no time to throw it down
Might just hit you when you're sleeping
Leave the mess and burn it down
Workin so hard for a little bit
Like you got shit on us, begging for a little hit
Mornings are rough when you missing on a bitch
Find it tough when you're missing for a bit
Well take your shit and kidnap it
No fret when no ones watching
How you got the balls to act when yours are hanging in my pocket?
Got no friends to back you up
And your family re-up
When I tell em to, you're looking at the boss of your scena-
Ry
Sneak up on my own home
And we pull a G up onto your dome, yeah
Pussy won't you phone home
You're in the wrong part of town on your own
Yeah
Pull that chin up when you talk to me
I wanna see you properly
I'm in another country but I smell the fear you got in me
We don't look for problems see
Correct em when the gotta be
Think you got some game
Make you ashamed for what you bout to see
Do wrong on your own ones
Watch em as they go off
Now you f*ck with Joey, that's my homie
You should go run
Think of me as J. Snow
G. O. T. No long show
Now you pissed me off
Force of the north up on your lawn, hoe
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
Youngmindtrip - Outofpocket! (feat. Jerome) Lyrics
Youngmindtrip - Outofpocket! (feat. Jerome) Lyrics
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Yeah, haha
Boy you outta pocket, haha
Yeah
Aye
Yeah, aye
Youngmindtrip
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You say that you f*ckin with me, but we know that's a lie
Cause every time I drop some shit my play count ain't too high, yuh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
This is industry is full of lames
Just a bunch of names trying to grasp for fame
I guess this was all just in vein
It's time to rebuild from the flames
Your favorite rapper claim that he been woke
But he keep his scumy kinfolk
I don't worship false idols
I ain't one of your disciples, yeah
On the hunt for a f*ckboy, aye
Talked all that shit now you stuck boy, aye
I'm sending some thoughts and prayers your way
Better stay clear when I have a bad day
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
With one call Ima press the f*cking button, yah (aye)
I don't know why they try to be something that they not
I don't know why they try to be something that is hot
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that he say she say
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that-
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Why you so outta pocket, bruh?
Stop it with all that talkin, bruh
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
We don't f*ck around
Got no time to throw it down
Might just hit you when you're sleeping
Leave the mess and burn it down
Workin so hard for a little bit
Like you got shit on us, begging for a little hit
Mornings are rough when you missing on a bitch
Find it tough when you're missing for a bit
Well take your shit and kidnap it
No fret when no ones watching
How you got the balls to act when yours are hanging in my pocket?
Got no friends to back you up
And your family re-up
When I tell em to, you're looking at the boss of your scena-
Ry
Sneak up on my own home
And we pull a G up onto your dome, yeah
Pussy won't you phone home
You're in the wrong part of town on your own
Yeah
Pull that chin up when you talk to me
I wanna see you properly
I'm in another country but I smell the fear you got in me
We don't look for problems see
Correct em when the gotta be
Think you got some game
Make you ashamed for what you bout to see
Do wrong on your own ones
Watch em as they go off
Now you f*ck with Joey, that's my homie
You should go run
Think of me as J. Snow
G. O. T. No long show
Now you pissed me off
Force of the north up on your lawn, hoe
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
Boy you outta pocket, haha
Yeah
Aye
Yeah, aye
Youngmindtrip
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You say that you f*ckin with me, but we know that's a lie
Cause every time I drop some shit my play count ain't too high, yuh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
This is industry is full of lames
Just a bunch of names trying to grasp for fame
I guess this was all just in vein
It's time to rebuild from the flames
Your favorite rapper claim that he been woke
But he keep his scumy kinfolk
I don't worship false idols
I ain't one of your disciples, yeah
On the hunt for a f*ckboy, aye
Talked all that shit now you stuck boy, aye
I'm sending some thoughts and prayers your way
Better stay clear when I have a bad day
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
I prolly got a couple screws loose but f*ck it
With one call Ima press the f*cking button, yah (aye)
I don't know why they try to be something that they not
I don't know why they try to be something that is hot
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that he say she say
You're just a walking cliche
Miss me with that-
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique, then ya ass is gon get burned
Why you so outta pocket, bruh?
Stop it with all that talkin, bruh
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
We don't f*ck around
Got no time to throw it down
Might just hit you when you're sleeping
Leave the mess and burn it down
Workin so hard for a little bit
Like you got shit on us, begging for a little hit
Mornings are rough when you missing on a bitch
Find it tough when you're missing for a bit
Well take your shit and kidnap it
No fret when no ones watching
How you got the balls to act when yours are hanging in my pocket?
Got no friends to back you up
And your family re-up
When I tell em to, you're looking at the boss of your scena-
Ry
Sneak up on my own home
And we pull a G up onto your dome, yeah
Pussy won't you phone home
You're in the wrong part of town on your own
Yeah
Pull that chin up when you talk to me
I wanna see you properly
I'm in another country but I smell the fear you got in me
We don't look for problems see
Correct em when the gotta be
Think you got some game
Make you ashamed for what you bout to see
Do wrong on your own ones
Watch em as they go off
Now you f*ck with Joey, that's my homie
You should go run
Think of me as J. Snow
G. O. T. No long show
Now you pissed me off
Force of the north up on your lawn, hoe
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
Pour a 40 on the curb for the homies who never learned
If you f*ckin with the clique then ya ass is gon get burned
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh
All these dudes just run they mouth
Talk alotta shit till it all goes south
F*ckin with all my boys and find your fingers outta socket, bruh