4 Pockets Full Lyrics – Caps

[Intro]
(Pehli pehli baar mohabbat ki hai)
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
(Kuch na samajh main aaye main kya karoon)
(Pehli, pehli, pehli)

[Chorus]
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy
Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby

Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy
Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink

[Verse 1]
Four pockets full, bro, I did me a mad ting
All the Cali shottas in Europe wanna tap in
Two-seat Porsche’s, a rocket, not a spaceship
We got the same car but my one got the face lift
Drove past your b!tch and she almost made her neck break
Dropped forty thousand, left the jewellers with a neck ache
Spent eight thousand on some first class tickets
Made seven thou’ in like twenty-five minutes
Bro, you need a stage three just to fu*king keep up
Feds did a sweep but I already cleaned up
Got a little views now your ego’s on boost
If rap didn’t pay, it would be awkward for you

[Chorus]
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy
Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy

Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink

[Verse 2]
I only hit these rappers back if they wanna buy a pack
When four wings and fries was £1, I was selling crack
New stick came fully loaded like my new whip
Blue tick models, yeah, I leave ’em on blue ticks
Bussed down my AP, not a penny from rap
I ain’t like your favourite rapper doing promos on Snap
Forgiato Wheels, got it smoking like blems
My chain flooded like I fished it out the Thames
Everyone’s talking ’bout my come-up, that was light work
Mexican border with the plugs, tryna buy work
Their songs sound like mine but I really do this
Call the obbo from shh cah he organise shootings

[Chorus]
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy
Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink
All four pockets full of bands, she call me baby
Four-door sounding like a rocket from the navy
Coc*ine whip with the midnight tints
Spin it back on your chick then we’re gone in a blink