Pstyle 2

Ay, ay Damn, ay Woo, woo Damn, ay Pstyle, one, two damn (Dr8ko) My niggas gon' shoot, pull up and dump out the roof I-I wanna fuck on her too Then get the boot, ho, you can't stay with the crew Stand there, go make me some loot I want that bread, then you can open your legs Man, that ho give me that head You keep the rest, I wanted nothin' but the neck Then you can go like a sled Don't have no patience nigga, I ain't with all that fake shit I'm livin' life like I made it You try to play me, D-Dot put you on the pavement Get away, nigga, no cases We like the '80s, Juan trappin' just like he Baby Ho, I do not want a baby Know that I lied, so why the fuck you actin' crazy? I ain't got a cape, I ain't savin' Say that you're slidin', pull up and shoot out your tires Nigga, don't peek out the blinds Know that you hidin', soon as I see you, I'm firin' Bet I won't miss you this time Give me the Draco, we're breakin' shit like a Lego Your bitch fucked me 'cause I had pesos I am the boss, nigga, don't ask me the cost Thousand a tooth how I floss What is your thought? You ain't show me shit that you bought Said you forgot what it's called Nigga, you lost, I could show you how to ball get it back, nigga, don't fall We some young niggas We got a whole lot of figures, hoping that you get the picture I don't smoke swishers Pass me a wood, my nigga, I smoke on three, five, or bigger My life gettin' lit up try to take somethin', you get hit up Flip phone keep ringin' for fill ups These bitches, they dig up bet I done fucked and then kissed her Stop all the lyin', you're missin' You get your issue Nigga get wiped like some tissue, I drop a bomb like a missile Give me a pistol Smack a nigga in his temple then leave his ass for the cleanup, damn Ay, I got a tool, ay (ay) She wet as a pool, ay He an actor, Tom Cruise Fresh out and now the nigga on the news I got a pocket full of Blue's Clues Fuck on this bitch and toss her with the crew You ain't gettin' money, nigga, you a fool Might teach 'em a lesson, take his ass to school These niggas lyin', I ain't with the cappin' We got them choppas 'case he want some static I'm in LA, I'm ballin' like I'm Magic Hundred round Draco, do a nigga tragic Ain't gotta say it, shooters automatic We're stashin' pounds of money in the attic I'm feelin' like fuck it, let the nigga have it Know I ain't stoppin' 'til a nigga in Heaven, yeah Yo, and I got a bad ho, she got a bag though Niggas be throwin' these fits, why they mad for? You know I'm up, but I came from the rags though We're goin' live and we all in your city I got a knot, they got hundreds and fifties Went through some shit and the Lord is my witness Play with the gang, we gon' tear up your ceiling I need some strikers, I feel too official I might just go brazy, and pull up and fix 'em Walk out the house every day with a pistol You never know when a nigga might get you These pussy niggas be softer than tissue Magazines on me if you want an issue I'm in the trap smokin' good for my mental I got to own it, can't fuck with a rental, yeah, yeah Lil' hoe done got in the bed Told her don't open her legs I want her neck, I got a beam and it's red Put that shit straight to his head, leave 'em for dead Lil nigga, fuck what you said We're pullin' up where you stay at I'm goin' fast, I might just hit you with lead And send your ass straight to the med' Now we got 'em spooked, I might just hop out a coupe Shootin' shit like I can hoop She's gettin' loose, I told her fuck on the crew Baby, you know what to do Money is pilin', fuck it, might fly to an island And get me a bitch from an island My nigga wildin' fly shit like a pilot Gold on me, got me blinded, damn Ay Fuck on your ho, yeah, tell her to go, yeah We're gettin' dough, yeah, and that is for sure, yeah I'm smokin' this dope, yeah Been tellin' me no, yeah, been tellin' me no, uh Tellin' me no