LV - Hand In My Pocket lyrics

[Produced by Sean C & LV] [Verse 1: Pusha T] Hand in my pocket and my fingers on the trigger Walk Fulton mall like a Fulton street n***a Still by my fronts off of Fulton street, n***a Gabby got my face next to Shyne in the pictures Sean C mad cause my time a little off But I tried to tell 'em I make mines off of soft So while he screaming deadlines I just ducked fed time Read about it as this Lamborghini redlines I'm CK with my Cody way Mistaken for BK when the flow's displayed When really I'm BX with that reflex Replaced in VA, I'm a reject Perfection takes time like a vintage wine Don't compare me to fake rappers, they just f**ing rhyme So when you want a Johnny on the spot The only thing I got is my Glock [Hook: A$AP.Ferg] We got our hand in our pocket with our finger on the trigger Little man with a couple rockets, you ain't f**ing with us Cause your man on the blocka blocka, brain up on that ceiling I be damned if you gossip, gossip, run up on your children And they don't and they don't and they don't and they don't (This is what it is) And they don't and they don't and they don't and they don't (This is what it is) And they don't and they don't and they don't and they don't (We gon' run up on your kids) And they don't and they don't and they don't and they don't (And it is what it is) And they don't [Verse 2: Pusha T] The best things come to those who wait, the yola bakes The condo is paid off by the closing date No verse paid for that, that's from throwing weight To every n***a getting money hope to motivate And all similar guns, Rozay runs For 16 hours we would sweep up crumbs Still then we would never sleep on n***as Kept our hands in our pockets and our fingers on the trigger [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP.Ferg] You talking about what you gon' do, sir, talking about busting your Ruger I don't believe you got looser, most of you pussies is neutered Talking about how you got big guns, you just be f** computers Talking about how your man draws, this n***a remind me of Luther I'm just a little bipolar and my system is hunting on solar And I'm spitting like [?] welcome to an island of vultures And I'm so superfragilisticexpi-out-of-my-dosage And I need my medicine cause I'm sick as f**ing neurosis In the focus, lines of coke in noses [?] f**ing b**hes [?] Oh sh**, tell your b**h to blow this I'm a motherf**ing lunatic, run around with hooligans This motherf**er don't want beef, I heard he on some tuna sh** Hit him over the head with a motherf**ing pool stick Hold this f**er a hostage, hmm, feed this b**h a spoon of sh** You like that? I'mma take this garbage out and I'll be right back