AM to the PM we slide up on your door, just checking in AM to the PM we slide up on your door, just checking in like what's good bro All my pockets full of green, not a care in the world, except about some stuff my brother rolled And that's the problem with me And ain't nobody gon' see me I had to solve it you see Or go and pull out a genie Don't want no drama or beef Double U's not VV's Double U's, them Double U's check Talk slow I need a convo, not anybody like a John Doe, more like a Pablo They couldn't hear me like they Van Gogh, who cut their ears off Might need a little pack of spearmint, I'm sick of fear dawg We had to run it like an art show, this thing was artful Now see us moving in the fast lane, you haters start slow My pockets full of greener cargo, no scanning barcodes But you won't catch me in a polo, no hate on Marco See we was mobbing out past curfew, that weekly work through You couldn't find us with a search crew, now we gon' curve you I been applying what I learned but it's not this virtue They wanna see me smelling earth, but not this perfume I had to take it out the box, they saying put back tho But now I'm checking every box like its tic-tac-toe You got a 50 in your pocket? You gon get taxed bro But don't be coming over here I aint set that tone I got my pockets full of green that transform into blue homie In a brown paper bag that I clutched to go use 40's Now the main question really be what you gon do for me Is you gonna give me bull or tell me a true story AM to the PM we slide up on your door, just checking in like what's good bro All my pockets full of green, not a care in the world, except about some stuff my brother rolled And that's the problem with me And ain't nobody gon' see me I had to solve it you see Or go and pull out a genie Don't want no drama or beef Double U's not VV's Double U's, them Double U's Hop up out the Benz, but it's gon be Lamborghini Is you tryna link up? She said only if it's sneaky Latina with the lacefront and her eyebrows looking fleeky Tryna take a playa soul, but that's just where the streets be They tryna steal my life at night with the streetsweep Plastic barrel on it so it's only good for BB's Posted in the trap, writing raps like I'm Chief Keef Bottom of the totem pole you playas do not phase me Ye aint have my back when I was down, so you won't get nun Creases on the right shoe from pushing the gas and AF1's Pain and the hurt a lot of shit that we done overcome Green pockets, but in yours, it's some lint or sum Hating on the kid ain't gon get you confidence They won't lack with the strap but they lack common sense Need commas in the bank so when I spend there ain't a dent Done dirt tryna make it to the sky so I repent AM to the PM we slide up on your door, just checking in like what's good bro All my pockets full of green, not a care in the world, except about some stuff my brother rolled And that's the problem with me And ain't nobody gon' see me I had to solve it you see Or go and pull out a genie Don't want no drama or beef Double U's not VV's Double U's, them Double U's AM to the PM we slide up on your door, just checking in like what's good bro All my pockets full of green, not a care in the world, except about some stuff my brother rolled