Dresser

Lyrics

[Chorus: T.Y.] Pistol on the dresser Ready for whatever Hustling motherfuckers Can't do nothing but love us [Verse 1: Young Juve & T.Y.] Got my pistol on the dresser 10 minutes late for lecture Drunk as fuck but still know how to switch it up for my professor And lately I been doing extra When applying the pressure It's amazing how I blessed her Gave her the dick and never text her GC bring them hoes out Pull up got that pole out Your bitch down to do whatever She know what her role 'bout My ice like as eskimos house Hit it then I doze out While they weigh a whole pound Drank got me slowed down Mixing that mixture I'm in this bitch and I'm plastered Smoking on that exotic I'm riding round with my ratchet And you could find me in traffic With the semi automatic Can't let 'em catch me slipping So you know I gotta have it Clutching on it like I need it to breathe Hoe you ain't know this 400 Chopper City degrees You play ball or get shook up If you ain't shooting back I wish you good luck Two choppers in the car I'm really riding with the Klu Klux [Chorus: T.Y.] Pistol on the dresser Ready for whatever Hustling motherfuckers Can't do nothing but love us [Verse 2: Young Juve & T.Y.] You can't do nothing but love me even though a nigga changed I'm walking round couple dollars to my name You can't do nothing but love me I just bought a gold chain Bitch I was snapping back when Manny had braids 40 on me like Dej need a bitch thats like Dej I ain't cute bitch I'm paid I been high since 9th grade I'm self made, and I know I be busting my ass But shit it pays, smoke me one straight to the face I'm super faded, infatuated by all this paper That I been making Oh Lord let me pick my flavor I'm so bad bitch I'm good for your health I keep that rubber grip on my waist just like a belt I stay high over niggas like I'm walking on stilts Gotta get it by any means and nothing else Yeah