PINK WHITNEY

Pink Whitney, got a hundred different bands I ain't tripping
She poured all that shit down her kidney
She don't really even care that she skinny
She don't even really care that she pretty (No more)

She poured all that liquor all straight down my throat
I feel like a boss and I still got my growth
But I'm swimming in liquor bitch I need a boat
Should of sat down instead we should of smoked

Now I'm alive, down of the floor and I'm tryna survive
Regret what you did, and I'm hoping you die
Let me chill out cause I know that I'm next
I heard y'all get horny like where is my sex

Now she all mad talking bout' "You are a wreck"
Thought I was kidding? let me get some neck

I did it again "You men are pigs"
She said it again, you men are pigs
Okay, I'm sorry

Sorry I thought this was that type of party
She still let me hit, yea you know what it is

Niggas be fish, talking straight calamari
I know I'm the one like my last name be Hardy

Pull off in a monte coop
I didn't wanna body dude
Nigga keep on playing he gon' find out what a rifle do (Oh my God)
But I'm really just saying
Pull up on me tryna fight I ain't playing
Changing yo life bitch I'll show you a man

Find you a bitch nigga, find you a plan
Find you a bitch who still hasn't been ran

Take what you will like a grain of some salt
I'm in my studio I really just talk

All on my page and you really just stalk
I'll be that nigga drop names if you want
They say they want smoke but they really just don't

Especially on a mic, niggas know I'm a pope
Diss yo whole family and I'll keep it going
I keep locked, 200 baby yea I keep a knock

That be my nigga since we threw them rocks
He on the top I hope he don't drop
He on the top I hope he don't drop (drop)

Diamonds had me crunched up
I had enough of that shit got me fucked up (Yeah)

Only big shit over here, I got big bucks
I know you pay money so, what you pay rent for? (Yeah)

I get all of my money straight out of a brinks truck (Yeah)
Gotta Glock on my side, I might not keep that shit tucked (Whoa)

Mane, that nigga can't make it, that nigga had bad luck (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,)
Me and ICKY we ate on this beat like some Mickey D's (Woo)

Imma pull up on him, hit that boy with that .223 (Fye)
Whole lot of money, we making them millions my nigga, let's get it, lets go (Yeah)

Yeah, we be spinning, my niggas be spinning
We come to ya house and we all at ya door (Skrrt Skrrt)
If I pull up on you with my brand new blick it's because, you didn't even know

All these niggas they wanna talk shit
Mane they wanna talk shit but they really a hoe

Pink Whitney, got a hundred different bands I ain't tripping
She put all that shit down her kidney
She don't really even care that she skinny
She don't even really care that she pretty (No more)

She poured all that liquor all straight down my throat
I feel like a boss and I still got my growth
But I'm swimming in liquor, bitch, I need a boat
Should of sat down instead we should of smoked