Pretty Dime

Ayy, what up? I got her pretty down, I fly her out of town
I tell her that she mine, then I tell her never mind

Fell in love with my bitch like I fell in love with hip-hop
Stash my gun on my hip, you know it ain't gotta get copped
I keep one on top, you know down south we call it Tizzop
I'm servin' the fiends on the block, boy, we call it Rizzop
Put 200 rounds in my shit, let's outlet all some shizzop
Knocked the road, teared out the crockpot when I'm caught, I'm knocked

Down south, we call them narcotics
The feds, they harass me every day, why? Cause I'm a hot artist
I got opps, but I'm not barter
I got bitches I never fuck, but I can if I call her

Your bank account talkin', smiles talkin', mines got taller
I'm feelin' like a bouncer with this Rolex, I'm a shot caller
With this Rolex, I'm a shot caller
I pick a bitch up in Georgia, drop her off in Florida

Put faith in your hoe, I swear she gon' don't worry about her
I fuck a bitch, never call her, cause I'm a barter
Bitches talkin' smack online, tell my bitch like she me or somethin'
They know I don't play by my hoe, it's guaranteed we leavin' somethin'
Wanna know who really put on for this shit? Then we the one
I take your life, I come back and take shit like I'm leavin' somethin'

Fell in love with my bitch like I fell in love with hip-hop
Snatch my gun on my hip, you know it ain't gotta get copped
I keep one on top, you know down south we call it Tizzop
I'm servin' the fiends on the block, boy, we call it Rizzop
Put 200 rounds in my shit, let's outlet all some shizzops
Knock the road, tear down the crockpot, we don't call them narcs
Down south, we call them narcotics
The feds, they harass me every day, why? Cause I'm a hot artist

How you go to jail screamin', "Free me," you in PC?
I can't stand next to no sucker, nigga, shit, I repeat
How you gon' get mad at me, then turn around, try to be me?
You know you can't see me, I'm Ricardo, yours no Stevie
White folks in my neighborhood ask me to take it easy
Cootin' on they block, I'm the only Black person with a TV

I break out the red flag, they look at me like Chris Breezy
I'm too aggressive with my Mack, you know my bitch gon' leave me
You gon' lose your bitch and make a song about her
You still want her back in that battle, then knock the dongs out her

I'm not worried about who speak on my bitch, cause they wrong about her
I've been with her for years and shit, you know I'm gone 'bout her
I play big shot, why? Cause I'm rich
Truthfully, I ain't never gave a fuck about no bitch
I put loyalty over love, why? Cause it'll stick
I'm picky 'bout what weapon I took, cause I'm a hit

Fell in love with my bitch like I fell in love with hip-hop
Stash my gun on my hip, you know it, I ain't gotta get copped
I keep one up top, you know down south we call it Tisza
I'm servin' the feds on the block, but we call it Rizzo
Put 200 rounds in my shit, let's all let off some shizz-outs
Knocked the Roteta out the crockpot, when I'm caught, I'm Knox
Down south, we call them narcotics
The feds, they harass me every day, why? Cause I'm a hot artist



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Richmeier, Max Wonnenberg, Moritz Busch, Jakobe Zyreece Moody, Sammie Marquez Benson
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