Leaf Ward
A Pockets
[Intro]
N***a diss Leaf, you know what happened
Uh, every time, n***a diss me, you know what happened
Every time, you know what happened
(DaDon got that bass)

[Chorus]
Every time a n***a diss me you know what happened
A whole lot of clapping
Your honor I’m just rapping
This lil' shit I made today look like pape' I was stackin'
I can’t with all the capping
You n***as not trapping
My credit A1, I still come with straight cash
Every burner dirty, we gon' have to make 'em take baths
Astaghfirullah, I'm slidin', ramadan 'em, the opps gon' break the fast
We like a pockets to the 7th, we on they ass

[Verse]
Lord died on the 2nd day, the Bible say three
Could’ve bought a house, he spent 50 on a AP
Took the work out AC, he brought sand to beach
I’ma kill him, even though my blood in him he a leech
We in 'Cats, Trackhawks, TRXs and Durangos
I fuck n***as main hoes
Me and baby bang bros
Fuck Pharrell, we flipped out dead twice and I ain’t change clothes
I’m a gangsta you a bitch we speak different langos
You can end up dead fucking with me, this shit ain’t for play
You can't come out here and try and change it, like, this ain't the A
Tattletaling ain’t the way
We want every rat dead
We don’t disrespect smokers, bro mom a crackhead
My hoes know don't make me mad, 'cause I'ma fuck her friend
If a bitch fanned out I'll probably never fuck again
Lil' Baby known to shoot that two pointer for the win
Wear these Ricks once, then they won't never see my foot again
N***as known for OT7
This type of pape' to make a bitch give up her baby dad
N***as ain’t got baby bag
How you signed but still broke?
How the fuck he died with his eyes wide, he still woke
Fly killers in that shit, ten grand, this ain't a pit
Bad bitch, if I buy her Gucci she gon' have a fit
20 grand for a kit
Everybody with me lit
I'm a business, it's gon' run you ten grand to hear me spit
Bro can't never drive my wheel, but he be driving on them drills
Stupid ass smacked the Trackhawk driving on them pills
We was looking forward to a good year, bro got a wheel
Bro be tryna fetch a face with that Drac', you gotta chill
[Chorus]
Every time a n***a diss me you know what happened
A whole lot of clapping
Your honor I’m just rapping
This lil' shit I made today look like pape' I was stackin'
I can’t with all the capping
You n***as not trapping
My credit A1, I still come with straight cash
Every burner dirty, we gon' have to make 'em take baths
Astaghfirullah, I'm slidin', ramadan 'em, the opps gon' break the fast
We like a pockets to the 7th, we on they ass