Hot Pockets Ralfy the Plug, ItsManMan & Chiefin Heavily

[Intro: ItsManMan]
Yeah, nigga, let your bitch come out the crib, she tryna suck some dick
(Ayy, Turk, turn that shit up)

[Chorus: ItsManMan]
She wanna kick it with the Stincs, why you cock blockin'?
Face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
Let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, nigga, stop tryin'
Fire to his jeans, put hoes in 'em, he got hot pockets
She wanna kick it with the Stincs, why you cock blockin'?
Face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
Let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, nigga, stop tryin'
Fire to his jeans, put hoes in 'em, hе got hot pockets

[Verse 1: Chiefin Heavily]
Chefin in the booth with thе bitch 'cause I know hot pockets
Two twenty on the dash, I got a hot rocket
Niggas always mad I fucked they bitch, you was not poppin'
Caught an opp lackin', noodles spilt, call it Top Ramen
Wocky in the eight glass, Ralfy told me, "Don't drop it"
'Cause that four he got from Dub, it was not locked
Hit a nigga with the stiffer, then he hear his heart stoppin'
Nigga reach for my chain, then it's shells droppin'
Nigga reach for my chain, put him on his pockets
I don't do withdrawls, I do all deposits
This a four-door coupe, this is not a Mazi
I'm in the foreign doin' the dash like I'm Ricky Bobby