Pocket ​hooligan chase

[Intro]
Gimme some sugar!
I ain't got racks in my pocket
I got that pack in my pocket (yeah)
Like I just woke up type shit

[Verse 1]
Hey, good morning, misses daisy dukes. (whazzup?)
I'm off them drugs ain't no tellin what I say to you (I'm off them drugs)
I've got some clouds in my cup, sippin' baby blue
Say she hurt, I say finessin while that may be true
(Damn, what the fuck?)

[Hook]
I ain't got racks in my pocket (yeah)
I got that pack in my pocket (yeah)
Say, I ain't got racks in my pocket (yeah)
I got that pack in my pocket (yeah)
Say, I ain't got racks in my pocket (uh)
I got that pack in my pocket (yeah)
Say, I got that pack in my pocket
I got that pack in my pocket (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yellow-born, wettin up my telephone
Where you at? I'm tryna slide but I'm hella gone
Pick you up at 8 shawty we gon' stake the stage
Strawberry mix flavor flave baby hit the grave
(Aw, fuck!)
Ay, I'm highly cautious
Lalala-lolly poppin
I said I pop like droppin, now let me switch the topic
But like why you at lunch if you wasn't at brunch, damn
Wack ass bitch
Not-that-hungry-eat-a-snack-ass-bitch
Feelin-up-my-pocket-for-the-pack-ass-bitch
Damn
(chase world)
What a shame (Ay)
You could have been my lil' thang (Ay)
Too bad I ain't lame as a bitch!
Fuck that, hit a stain in the bitch!
What will I do today? Prolly' smoke it to the face
My bitch came from budapest
Stuffy blunt need sudafed
Tied to my arm and it look like an alien
Pack it up tight when you mailin it
You know the police be killin it
Then (?) my shawty when I be inhalin' it
Don't be stupid, everything I dream be lucid
Ducin duces three hoes with me, they ain't stuges