Pinky's

Popped him in the guts, his family hurt made em sit thru the church
Get inside the field and do it up, put his d*** in the dirt
Call kikdoe up, he quick to put sum hollows thru yo shirt
This ghetto pretty b**** keep tryna hit the bottle, then she twerk
F*** it though, I want the boujiee b****, who model n she work
I know this deaconess, who probably poppin' bottles after church
Best believe I come with Bop Team, when you seeing us lurk
Best believe I clutch on chop beams, when you seeing me hurt
B**** you cant get no d***, Unless you put it in my hands
Send a sprinter to the Jayside, and another van
I can prolly break you off a 20 from a hundred bands
He might be scary to your ass, but we punked yo mans
Baby I can really Jugg, lemme punch us sum bands
Bad b**** keep tryna suck my d***, while I'm f****** her friend
Like hold on lil b****, I'm bouta f*** you up
Choppa with the monkey nuts attached, Somebody come and buck

The n**** tried his luck
All you b****** similar as f***, you just wanna f***
And I don't want no bummy a** lil b****, I'm tryna run it up
The b**** slow as f*** no comprehend, gotta dumb it up
And then she tryna play the crip, like I'm slow or sum
We Ain finna knuckle Up, but this blower thumping
Bitch shivering Inside the whip, like it's cold or sum
N**** keep on looking at my neck, is you bold or sum?
Seen this opp n**** By hisself, told him check it out
Before I cramp up on Any tramp, I'm a stretch him out
Me and bro was Juggin every plug, and got blessed with a pound
I know you know I'm k9, but I'm dressed like a hound
I'm a janky n**** by my self or with anyone else
Think the b**** know I'm Bally's favorite just look at my belt
If you wanna see Who finna Eat, look at who helped
You wanna see a buster n****, just look at yourself



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Writer(s): Savion Alexander
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