Pstyle 2

Ay, ay
Damn, ay
Woo, woo
Damn, ay
Pstyle, one, two damn (Dr8ko)

My niggas gon' shoot, pull up and dump out the roof
I-I wanna fuck on her too
Then get the boot, ho, you can't stay with the crew
Stand there, go make me some loot
I want that bread, then you can open your legs
Man, that ho give me that head
You keep the rest, I wanted nothin' but the neck
Then you can go like a sled

Don't have no patience nigga, I ain't with all that fake shit
I'm livin' life like I made it
You try to play me, D-Dot put you on the pavement
Get away, nigga, no cases
We like the '80s, Juan trappin' just like he Baby
Ho, I do not want a baby
Know that I lied, so why the fuck you actin' crazy?
I ain't got a cape, I ain't savin'

Say that you're slidin', pull up and shoot out your tires
Nigga, don't peek out the blinds
Know that you hidin', soon as I see you, I'm firin'
Bet I won't miss you this time

Give me the Draco, we're breakin' shit like a Lego
Your bitch fucked me 'cause I had pesos
I am the boss, nigga, don't ask me the cost
Thousand a tooth how I floss
What is your thought? You ain't show me shit that you bought
Said you forgot what it's called
Nigga, you lost, I could show you how to ball get it back, nigga, don't fall

We some young niggas
We got a whole lot of figures, hoping that you get the picture
I don't smoke swishers
Pass me a wood, my nigga, I smoke on three, five, or bigger
My life gettin' lit up try to take somethin', you get hit up
Flip phone keep ringin' for fill ups
These bitches, they dig up bet I done fucked and then kissed her
Stop all the lyin', you're missin'

You get your issue
Nigga get wiped like some tissue, I drop a bomb like a missile
Give me a pistol
Smack a nigga in his temple then leave his ass for the cleanup, damn

Ay, I got a tool, ay (ay)
She wet as a pool, ay
He an actor, Tom Cruise
Fresh out and now the nigga on the news
I got a pocket full of Blue's Clues
Fuck on this bitch and toss her with the crew
You ain't gettin' money, nigga, you a fool
Might teach 'em a lesson, take his ass to school

These niggas lyin', I ain't with the cappin'
We got them choppas 'case he want some static
I'm in LA, I'm ballin' like I'm Magic
Hundred round Draco, do a nigga tragic
Ain't gotta say it, shooters automatic
We're stashin' pounds of money in the attic
I'm feelin' like fuck it, let the nigga have it
Know I ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga in Heaven, yeah

Yo, and I got a bad ho, she got a bag though
Niggas be throwin' these fits, why they mad for?
You know I'm up, but I came from the rags though
We're goin' live and we all in your city
I got a knot, they got hundreds and fifties
Went through some shit and the Lord is my witness
Play with the gang, we gon' tear up your ceiling

I need some strikers, I feel too official
I might just go brazy, and pull up and fix 'em
Walk out the house every day with a pistol
You never know when a nigga might get you
These pussy niggas be softer than tissue
Magazines on me if you want an issue
I'm in the trap smokin' good for my mental
I got to own it, can't fuck with a rental, yeah, yeah

Lil' hoe done got in the bed
Told her don't open her legs
I want her neck, I got a beam and it's red
Put that shit straight to his head, leave 'em for dead
Lil nigga, fuck what you said
We're pullin' up where you stay at
I'm goin' fast, I might just hit you with lead
And send your ass straight to the med'

Now we got 'em spooked, I might just hop out a coupe
Shootin' shit like I can hoop
She's gettin' loose, I told her fuck on the crew
Baby, you know what to do
Money is pilin', fuck it, might fly to an island
And get me a bitch from an island
My nigga wildin' fly shit like a pilot
Gold on me, got me blinded, damn

Ay
Fuck on your ho, yeah, tell her to go, yeah
We're gettin' dough, yeah, and that is for sure, yeah
I'm smokin' this dope, yeah
Been tellin' me no, yeah, been tellin' me no, uh
Tellin' me no