Pocket Full Of Bullets Lyrics – Adam Calhoun

Read the full Pocket Full Of Bullets lyrics by Adam Calhoun along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Adam Calhoun’s music, you can also explore Insane and Gorillas, two other songs by Adam Calhoun.

What the fu*k he saying?
I’ll be standing on the pavement
Pocket full of bullets, I ain’t playing (I ain’t playing)
I’m going to pull up where he staying
I ain’t talking about vacation
That mossberg pump have you pump faking (Faking)
It’s okay, disobey, this whole s*it’s in disarray
They can say what they may, I’d rather fight, it’s a fade
S*it, we all going to die, but you act like it’s a race
Dumb cracker always bi*ching, 308 gon’ smash your face
(Smash your face)
Digging holes with my shovel, it’s a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it’s a grave
Loudest in the room ain’t been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain’t nothing else to say

Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (Go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain’t going to do a damn thing. yeah

Give a fu*k about smoke with a forest fire
I’m going to need a can of gasoline
Blow torch and more lighters
Born up north, different climate, s*it was violent
(It was violent)
I never ran away, just stared in the face and glorified it
So when you see me walking, I’m going to let you get up close
I ain’t never scared to bleed on the street or grab a rope
If it’s a hood or a small town, bi*ch, I’m from both
In this s*it for all the crazy white boys that’s trained to go
I’m talking roll calls, penitentiary phone calls
Found out what he did for his bid and he got stole on (Stole on)
Cut open, buck-fifty, fu*k with me, stuck quickly
You can’t be my dog if you ain’t walked through the mud with me
(Mud with me, mud with me)

Digging holes with my shovel, it’s a spade
Hands always muddy, who want trouble? it’s a grave
Loudest in the room ain’t been punched in the face
He just wanna talk, there ain’t nothing else to say

Pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (Go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain’t going to do a damn thing

I got pocket full of bullets drop me, I pull it
And you going to hear that thing go bang (Go bang)
Got a hole in your pocket, a whole lot of nothing
And you ain’t going to do a damn thing