PT (Minute Maid)

Hop in a jag, she tryna come with me Want me fill up her purse with the racks She trying to take out the personal stash I think she left a curse and it's bad She ain't know that love hurted so bad Crash the whip, drive that bih like a stole car Ain't no heat, had to flick on the stove uhh Uncle he used to live off the bold This for all of my friends down the road Switch my bitch like I'm switching my fit today Blow at 5th what you spent on yo rent today Pour a PT of wocky in minute maid Fuck it I'm taking her phone, ain't no cameras Pop a perky I'm working on stamina Why you holding that stick like a amateur She want my yogurt, I'm giving her Daminals She doin yoga, I'm banding the bundles My niggas they blitz like they straight out the huddle Takin off on the ship like I jumped on the shuttle Hoe I just want the lip, I was not tryna cuddle Diamonds hit make her drip like she jumped out the puddle I tote the heat like I'm drying off, interception I'm picking his mind off Kick her out, she was blowing my high dawg He the type prolly run to the police, smoke in woods what you roll up in four leaves Red to buss if he pulling up slowly, she gon sit on my wood like some floor seats Crash the whip, drive that bih like a stole car Ain't no heat, had to flick on the stove uhh Uncle he used to live off the bold This for all of my friends down the road Switch my bitch like I'm switching my fit today Blow at 5th what you spent on yo rent today Pour a PT of wocky in minute maid (Uh, uh) We snake him out if he crossing the line Pressure make diamonds, I came out the dirt Yeah I'm just tryna ball bitch, don't pull on my jersey Just got me two bitches, feeling like Irving And they cant stay the night, that's a no no Choppa singing, I work on my solo Filling my lungs up with doughty, got me out of shape Counting money be my only workout Booty sitting, it's stretching her skirt out I'm the man of the year, what you heard bout Skirt off, ain't leaving no trace, ain't leaving no evidence Walk out the bank like I hit me a settlement Pussy boy faking, yeah, just like his bezel is (Just like his bezel is yeah) Hop in a jag, she tryna come with me Want me fill up her purse with the racks She trying take out the personal stash I think she left a curse and it's bad She ain't know that love hurted so bad Crash the whip, drive that bih like stole car Ain't no heat, had to flick on the stove uhh Uncle he used to live off the bold This for all of my friends down the road Switch my bitch like I'm switching my fit today Blow at 5th what you spent on yo rent today Pour a PT of wocky in minute maid