P's

Ay, ay, and all my niggas movin' mean
We be servin' all these p's
What you niggas wanna do?
I could really clear the scene

I just hit it from the back
Now she gotta pay a fee
I just picked a big bag
I just copped some purple jeans

And you gotta catch a body
If you wanna join the team
You can tell I'm in my bag
The way I'm chasin' all this green

We put titties on our chops
And attach the blue beams
All these niggas talkin' crazy
They ain't never seen a thing

All these niggas talkin' crazy
But ain't never shot a thing
I just hit from the back
Now this bitch actin' like a fiend

I ain't trippin' boutta bitch
I just let the bitch leave
Oh you niggas wanna play?
Tell them niggas tweet this

Shoot first, hell nah
We ain't playin' defense
I got my pistol in the club
Better tell him it ain't safe

My Brodie like to slide
He just bought a new drake
And I just bought a new Glock
And I'ma point it at your face

Put your brother in that wood
I'ma call it wake and bake it
I can tell you niggas hoes
You ain't even touchin' the cake

Bitch ask me if I'm fine
Yes ma'am, I'm okay
I thought niggas had my back
But these niggas really fake

And I just took a nigga ho'
I'ma pass her to the gang
Is we really funkin' or is you niggas playin' games?

I just caught a opp lacking
And what he did, he did the race
Just pulled my dick out
And I nutted on her face

Don't let me find out where you live
Cause I'll pop up any day
Any nigga touch this chain
It's gon' be a bad day

What's his name? Went down
He ain't even say a thang
And I got it out the mud
On your bitch, I make it rain

Every time a opp die
We the ones they go and blame
Oh you slid down this block
Parked your whip what a shame

I told the bitch kick rocks
If she ain't tryna bust a date
Me and Byrd, back to back
You can tell we runnin' thangs

Onna gang nigga



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Writer(s): Malik Williams
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