PTA (feat. Mour Banz)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, man, look, look, look
T-O-K BIG 2-2-3, know what I'm saying. I got my partna with me
Ayy, yeah, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, Listen

Who that let them bitches in
Yeah I'm just gone spin again
You tryna cuff that hoe, she on my dick
She just gone lick again

She apple jacked my cinnamon
She on my stick like cinna mon
Whole team glazed her ass
We gone call her Cinna BUNZ

Then send her back to
You said you a killer, bro I'm laughing
Almost choked on my water
That was cute like a pageant

I swing my stick slow motion like bullet time
What's happening
You can't talk right now, lil baby
It's money time, what cabinet

You ain't really built like that, light bright
You just showing out
Come say that to my face, might break your jaw
This gun will wear you out

Since you wanna be a bitch
You choose a date
My boys will take you out
Yeah, HOLD UP!

We some damn gentlemen, ain't it
She said she never, ever been fucked by a gentleman
I took her ass and worked her out
She never hittin the gym again

I load that clip and load that clip and load that clip
Won't miss again
I'll send you to them pearly gates
When you knock they just won't let you in

Cause they know I got them demons with me
I'm coming, bringing hell again
I'm bringing all the fucking smoke
Cuz y'all just inhaling it

My ex said she tired of this shit
She just can't handle it
That don't bother me, luh baby
I'll just move on for the hell of it

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
Say that shit
Lil bruh bring that bread before you
Lose your whole biscuit

This syrup make her pancakes look fat
This shit some bisquick
If you thinking about taking something from me
you better move quick

If you think shit's sweet, better think again
Hit up that car that you sitting in
Big boss, fuck a middle man
I call shots send my shooter in

You got a good head, better use it then
I promise you don't wanna lose it, man
I promise this shit not a movie, man
If you cause a scene, we gon' shoot it then

Know some niggas that steppin' for real
You play with them more than we out in the field
We speak on no laws
I'm working at will (wheel)

I'm bouncing thru traffic to sharpen my skills
You know we torching shit for real
Yeah
And this is not no fire drill

I make them stop drop and roll
Bruh just came in with them LO's
I just hit the block like Shaquille, nigga
And I got off them hoes

Now you kneel, nigga
You can't lie, this shit fire
That shit smoking for real, nigga
KD for the 30

Tell them boys gone get a deal, nigga
Bitch, get with you
I don't even know why I deal with her
Blowing up my phone, asking me why I don't chill with her

Cropped her out
It's only me and money in this big picture
Water on me, big dripper
Stars hit like the big dipper

On my mama, nigga
All that goofy shit for the bird, nigga
Keep blowing up my phone, getting on my nerves, nigga
Yeah

And I'm still outside with Big 223
Yeah
You put it on me, and you gon D.I.E
Yeah