Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Chalk in the air Chicks Lips Matt colored, flare Dudes watch that Rack be set better be tight, stare Jeri got our drinks made with care (yeah, we there) [Verse 1] Warm-up shots, slow drag, smooth slide Eight-ball kings and queens in the backroom light Line that cue like we got that torqued, tight We can’t miss, just take what’s ours Hips on beat when i leans, that curve All that skill with a twist, that swerve Calling pockets like I call my goals Every stripe, every solid, every soul [Chorus] All our pockets up, watch we run that table One by one, every doubt, every label Click, crack, silence, then they’re stuck We can’t miss, aim small, just clear it all up All our pockets up, they can’t touch our angle Every shot straight truth, never tangled Stack those wins, yeah, go on fill that cup Women with the fire, men with the math yeah all our pockets up [crack!] [Verse 2] They always know SFLG got that hit or I don’t don’t know how to hit soft, homeboy Josh got that mad win game and a scratch, our buddy Darryl got the 8 ball early break patch, Our fam Big Mike though, don’t let him break or get a shot he’ll clean that table up in a single rack, yeah n we got sweets he always tellin us to take our times but he got that aim on tack and when he ballin you hear him callin Coo Cooo! Oh and my man V well don’t wana fuck with that game if his lucky charms near by he got that mad table eye Got Elijah to whos games mapped out every shot made no lie. Cant forget Our homie Lamar haha what else to say besides this is the way, ohh my ladyo queen Margo she skill to kill sexy boots on heel, yeah but we the kings and queens of our pool tables [Bridge] We’ll line it right Bridge hand steady, heartbeat calm I’m a Beauty and the break, that’s my charm SFLG got that V power, we no harm I don’t know why they don’t wana play doubles with us though I didn’t think I’m much a hustle haha just watch out, we strip yo pockets out [Chorus] All our pockets up, watch we run that table One by one every doubt every label Click, crack silence, then they’re stuck We can’t miss aim small just clear it all up All our pockets up, they can’t touch our angle Every shot straight truth never tangled Stack those wins yeah go on fill that cup Women with the fire men with the math yeah all our pockets up [crack!] [Bridge] Slow walk ‘round, hips trace that rail (oh) Eyes locked in every fear turns frail I don’t chase crowns, i just wana play This my game, my therapy, this my name, I need it terribly I’m not the best but at least they all know this shits real for me, always 100 that’s how I be [Chorus] All our pockets up, watch we run that table One by one every doubt every label Click, crack silence, then they’re stuck We can’t miss aim small just clear it all up All our pockets up, they can’t touch our angle Every shot straight truth, never tangled Stack those wins, yeah, go on fill that cup Women with the fire men with the math yeah all our pockets up [crack!] [slow fade]
Tags
pop, trap rap hip hop edgy alto female vocals. heavy 808 bass dance beats crew music.
Duration
3:32
Instrumental
No
Created
4/11/2026