Pints

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out [Verse] These niggas ain't playin' with these guns These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' I come on they block, spin a ton These fuck boys, know theygon'run I'mhavin' that drinkin my cup Icatch me a opp on the drugs, it's plugged I'm rollin' me a blunt right now, what the fuck? Uh, uh You call timeout when the smoke get real We call a airstrike, my partner on a kill streak Every time I come, I been had to walk away She say I be fuckin' with her energy I just re-up real quick, anniversary I'm havin' a dirty cup, I'm havin' a dirty drink I'm peepin' my old ho 'cause the bitch thirty-three Pull out your soul when the man got blick with him Twin got hundred-round drum in thе party I advise you to stick with him Get the pack off likе pronto Shoot me a music video and an interview Any pack so easy to get off 'Fore you do anything, check in with the big dog Posin' like hoes, these niggas havin' drip offs Put on my drip, ain't even rip the tag on 12 hit the lights, sometimes I might smash off How you scared of heights, but you takin' pills? I'm in apartment with a blick for real Nigga drop a diss, he get popped 'fore his dream fulfilled Drop the mag quick, switch it out in the drill Switchin' out my black pants, got a full pair Made the ho Batman, pull on her hair Nigga drop a track, gettin' spinned, that's your wishes My hood like a gun range, we really shoot blicky This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me Roll me, I'll aim .40 up to his face I got hoes from New York to LA Niggas get stepped on, man, get out the way Big ARP, it'll blow out your face I don't even know how many drugs I'm on a day If I don't sleep in a box, shit my get spent I don't even know if you can mix the drink with the pill Tip-toe up through your grass in silence Nigga lift up your garage, we rob it Fuck boy ain't gettin' high than me, he the co-pilot A new ho move to the hood, her spot, we gon' trap out it Nigga, better not come to my block, we run laps 'round you 12 don't even come through this block, we ran laps 'round 'em Nigga hit me up, talkin' 'bout his phone tapped Why the fuck would you even text me that? [Outro] Fuck, fuck, fuck Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out