Outta Pocket Lil Kee

[Intro]
(Matt, what up?)

[Chorus]
Lost my big bro Friday 'fore my birthday, man, I really miss him
I know that these niggas really bitches, so I don't respond to disses
I wish I was with you when you died, you know I miss you dearly
I wish you were here to see our killers fuck up all the missions
Don't know what's goin' on, it's been too long and I need me a body
I'm chillin' with gang in New York, but I still got my rocket
Tweetin' and you get hit with some hot shit, fuckin' out of pocket
Ho movin' too fast, pulled down her pants, but I just want the noggin

[Verse 1]
He tryna look mad in all his pictures, he is not no killer
This right here put holes in niggas' face, but it ain't got no filter
I seen niggas clique up with the opps who used to live with me
My young nigga a thug, he older than me, but he call me big bruh
He say he catch an opp, this shit in blood, he already know it's up
Been my dog since kids, if you get caught, know I'll pay your bond
He said it's out of love, I don't nothing but a switch on my gun
Told you that I love you, but if I leave, that mean you ain't the one
All my diamonds dancin', really hittin', I might be touchin' sun
I'm a real hitter, probably take it 'fore I buy your gun
I know niggas died for sayin' shit and they ain't even really mean it
I pull out her tracks, beat in her back, [?] get to screamin'
Sold your nigga a case of green, he got high, but he ain't really leanin'
That lil' bitch a freak, after we fuck, she lick up all my semen
Ho had snuck some pictures, took her phone and made that bitch delete 'em
Clutching while she eating, bitch, don't you forget that I'm a demon