Pitbulls

Drop-top, headshot when your roof down

A Mally with the bali, got a new sound

Boop-boop-boop-boop, that's a Tre pound

And now you're thinkin'

That you shoulda never came out

12 gauge dot-dot

Chat shit, get shot

This spots got hot, gotta change out

Catting for a hot wok, or a steakhouse

And if my **** don't eat

I'ma spray rounds

And if my **** got beef then it's my war

How many **** in your set would you die for?

And if your **** got shot

Would you shoot back?

You got a gun

But you don't know how to use that

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

You got a trap

But don't know how to get it jumpin'

You in a fast car

But don't even know how to push it

I'm in a fast car, getting T like I'm Pusha

You say you a killer

But now we gotta push ya

Two .30's under tee, like I'm Booker

Slide on ya late night, like a hooker

Send my young boy

To smoke you like a hookah

They gon' think that he a chef when he cook ya

Pick a chop stick up

And chop you like a butcher

Take the magazine

Now we pluggin' like it's hooked up

You be shootin' in the air

Like your shit looked up

Let it go 'til ain't no more

Like my shit booked up

They're like "Skeng, you better calm down"

Your gonna end up locked

Or rottin' in the ground

But they know I can't stop

I gotta make the pound

Old school, out the window

Wouldn't make a sound

Hella man chatty, yeah they're bitches

The bitches tellin' me I should do kissin'

She's mythin'

Only the cash I'd be lipsin'

The big ting, she shoves it in her mouth

She ain't thinkin'

Them man there fear the kitchen (True)

But that's cool, 'cause the corn game is different

You don't wanna see my dawgs when we risen

You don't wanna see my dawgs when we risen

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

Gimme one chance, gimme one chance

Shouts Drake

But I don't need One Dance

Need a big red bone, what the bomboclaat?

And home time, if she can't hold firearms

I don't fuck with that bitch

If that bitch is lame

The only reason she about

'Cause she givin' brain (Noddy)

If she a ten out of ten

Then I'm running game

And I attempt to catch a M

It's in my fucking name

I attempt to catch a M

It's in my fucking name

I attempt to catch a M

It's in my fucking name

If she a ten out of ten

Then I'm running game

And I attempt to catch a M

It's in my fucking name

I was up suh, billin' up, billin' up, grub

I'm a shotta, livin' up in the gutter

With a Rasta

Spinner up, helicopter

Then I fucked up

Hit and run, I got sucked up

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

Mind how you talk on the phone

My two pitbulls walk around on their own

It's best that you leave me alone

My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone (Diamonds)

(We make this, did we make this?)