PIFF BAYLESS

Have my bitch taking pics of my fit like I'm Skip Bayless
Nowadays I be on my doli cuz shit changes
Switch changing semi to fully don't get changed and
Be the reason why they grieving and leaving your kin aimless
Wrist blangin' now I be blanking and misplacing wits
Aiming at heads and banging the grip with swift pacing
Skip saving bitches unless they be dick tasting
Be mistaken jealous and leave with your miss taken
I won't show no love to a nigga that spit after me
Heard your shit and laughed at it niggas ain't even half of weak
Acting like my pen isn't potent is worst than blasphemy
I ain't gotta up it I got some niggas that blast for me
Sheesh
Peek, I'm upping the shwammy, unload, and repeat
Ignoring goofy niggas it take a lot just to reach me
Rubbing on her booty and blowing trees feeling peachy
Hammers shade your vision these bullets hit you in 3d
Listen to my raps I be channeling what you see in god
I got 1 .357 don't try to beat the odds
All my life been staying out the way easy and weaving frauds
End up on the news for some shit he ain't mean and we the cause
Pussy niggas wanna hurt me
Shorty wanna fuck me but she tweaking off the yerky
I got raw styles all foul but they earthly
If you run up on me just make sure the hammer working
I ain't close to 30 but always close to the .30
Niggas never worthy
I play with keys like I'm Herbie
Stomp a nigga out
I got red bottoms like Kirby
If you wanna speak to me gotta pay me so firstly

Where it's at
I need that bread
I need that bread
Where it's at
Where it's at
Got the shwammy in my palm pointed at your head
Where it's at...



Credits
Writer(s): Jalil Drake
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