Pesticide
Get a bit of sneeze all on us
Excuse me, where the hoes at?
Bro, I think I need two or three (ayy)
Tongue out, ballin' like I'm 23
Young goat nigga and it's so cheap
You don't want no problem with the Garden, boy I promise (ayy)
Niggas see you winnin' and start wilin' in yo comments (ayy)
I ain't have the sauce when I was young and now they flockin' (ayy)
Pretty niggas talkin' 'bout they rappers, switch the topic
Every time I'm in yo city, bitch I'm gettin' to it
Every time you on yo city, niggas lookin' clueless
I'm up at Follies tryna see if that's a real booty
I mean it ain't but I could probably just get used to it
Ayy, ayy
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
King Quiiso
Too, too common, bitch we in common (ayy), sticky fingas
Bet I put 'em right in yo pockets, (ayy) we all winners
You be losin' and that's the difference, (ayy) I been dippin'
In ya chick and she actin' different, goddamn
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Got the Hanes with the grey patch for my mens and them
Niggas in and slow when the wind blow up again
Hotter Benz with the rims
Paid for my rent again
Hopped out with a handful of peanut m&ms
Potluck, ah fuck, she done got a tent again
Spent the money up, told her not to blow the Benz again
She didn't give a fuck, who told her keep the [?]
She could chill up, no [?] where my [?]
Where that's at, one word, call that shit shenanigans
I know you pissed I don't wanna be your man's again
I care enough that you don't resort to Xans again
But believe me when I say that a nigga really been
Qui Qui gettin' to it, man I'm really gettin' to it yeah
You say that you do it but you niggas need to prove it ayy
Thanksgiving apple pie spread with the cool yeah
Pumpkin spice lat', pumpkins with the vibey music
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Excuse me, where the hoes at?
Bro, I think I need two or three (ayy)
Tongue out, ballin' like I'm 23
Young goat nigga and it's so cheap
You don't want no problem with the Garden, boy I promise (ayy)
Niggas see you winnin' and start wilin' in yo comments (ayy)
I ain't have the sauce when I was young and now they flockin' (ayy)
Pretty niggas talkin' 'bout they rappers, switch the topic
Every time I'm in yo city, bitch I'm gettin' to it
Every time you on yo city, niggas lookin' clueless
I'm up at Follies tryna see if that's a real booty
I mean it ain't but I could probably just get used to it
Ayy, ayy
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
King Quiiso
Too, too common, bitch we in common (ayy), sticky fingas
Bet I put 'em right in yo pockets, (ayy) we all winners
You be losin' and that's the difference, (ayy) I been dippin'
In ya chick and she actin' different, goddamn
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Got the Hanes with the grey patch for my mens and them
Niggas in and slow when the wind blow up again
Hotter Benz with the rims
Paid for my rent again
Hopped out with a handful of peanut m&ms
Potluck, ah fuck, she done got a tent again
Spent the money up, told her not to blow the Benz again
She didn't give a fuck, who told her keep the [?]
She could chill up, no [?] where my [?]
Where that's at, one word, call that shit shenanigans
I know you pissed I don't wanna be your man's again
I care enough that you don't resort to Xans again
But believe me when I say that a nigga really been
Qui Qui gettin' to it, man I'm really gettin' to it yeah
You say that you do it but you niggas need to prove it ayy
Thanksgiving apple pie spread with the cool yeah
Pumpkin spice lat', pumpkins with the vibey music
Workin', Workin'
Puttin' over time, puttin' over time
They don't wanna get out here and grind but they want the shine
Spray the roaches with the Pesticide, with the Pesticide
'Bout it, 'Bout it
Just for me and mine, just for me and mine
Credits
Writer(s): Dawoyne Entre Lawson, Daendre Elonce Lawson, Marquis Rashad Driver
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