PARDON MY P (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Tracy T] (Ayy, sauce it up, Brandon) (Twysted Genius, baby) We came to be still, nigga [Chorus: Tracy T] Long paper with a short temper, cold hearted, middle of December (Woo) These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender (Boom, boom) Goin' at her top, it get mental, back to the basics, it get simple Pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo, 'scuse me, baby, pardon my P (Pardon) Hard body, goin' concrete (Woo) Baby, this a AMG, feel the AC through the seats (Cold) Bring beef, yeah, Uber Eats, been doin', it ain't new to me [Verse 1: Tracy T] Just bought a new restaurant and I won't even take a bitch to lunch (No) Fucked, then called her in a month (Fuck), fuck the bitch, I'm tryna get some money (Fuck) Came back and bought the bitch a choker (Shake), you the type of nigga that'll choke her (Oh) Iced the bitch out and let her leave, every time you shine, think of me (Go) Had to stay up to get the money, now I make the money in my sleep (Woo) Heard them niggas tryna get with who? (Who?) Shit, lil' nigga, that's a reach (Tracy) Tracy gotta school these niggas (Tracy), teach 'em what the teacher ain't teach (Woah) Preachin' what the preacher ain't preach (Preach), seal 'em up, no slow leaks A lot of heat, got the submachine, take 'em deep, we gon' submarine (Woo) Happy money, got these niggas mad (Shake), caught a body, nigga, through the past Made M's on a money run, Nipsey Hussle, we go marathon (Woo, woo, uh) [Chorus: Tracy T] Long paper with a short temper, cold hearted, middle of December (Woah, woah) These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender (Woo) Goin' at her top, it get mental, back to the basics, it get simple (Ayy) Pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds (Shake, shake, shake) Woo, 'scuse me, baby, pardon my P (P) Hard body, goin' concrete (Woo) Baby, this a AMG (Shake), feel the AC through the seats (Shake) Bring beef, yeah, Uber Eats, been doin', it ain't new to me (Woo) [Verse 2: CEO Trayle & Tracy T] Yeah, Mr. Backdoor, ain't fuck the kid (No) On the money, hit her, shit was steep (For sure) She was suckin' dick, her nigga cheap (For sure) Popped a Perc' and mixed it with the E (Yeah) Mr. Get Em Gone, this guaranteed (Yeah) Get the work, I'm liftin' up my sleeves (Sleeves) I just blessed a bitch but she ain't sneeze Yeah, get the check, cuh, rest in peace to Cheese (Cheese) With the switch, up the casualties Mad because he fucked her after me (Hold up) Mad because I grew up plantin' seeds (Seeds) 1080, nigga, can't you read? (On God) Bad lil' bitch, that's the speed (Yeah) And my son think that money grow on trees (For sure) Bitch sayin', "B, don't leave" (Uh-huh), tell this bitch to pardon my P (Woah, yeah, woo) [Chorus: Tracy T] Long paper with a short temper (Woah), cold hearted, middle of December These niggas won't crash 'bout it, these niggas rather fender bender (Woo) Goin' at her top, it get mental (Ayy), back to the basics, it get simple (Shake, shake, shake) Pinky ring worth one fifty, solitaire's wrapped around the emeralds (P) Woo, 'scuse me, baby, pardon my P Hard body, goin' concrete (Shake) Baby, this a AMG (Shake), feel the AC through the seats Bring beef, yeah, Uber Eats (Woah), been doin', it ain't new to me [Outro: Tracy T] Been doin', it ain't new to me