PIED PIPER Lyrics

Uh

Turn me up

Lean

Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na

Owwww

Bitches be funny

These niggas is dummies

They pushing my button like tummy

They soft like some gummies

I don't fuck with bummies

I'm schooling these niggas but no I ain't study

I hop on the beat eat it up

Nigga yummy

I'm stepping on necks

I make my bottoms bloody

Lil shawty she popping

That my bubble buddy

Ya diamonds give shade

While my shit shining sunny

I'm dripping Dasani

I light this whole bitch up

I feel like I'm Bonnie

I don't need a Clyde

Niggas sweet on my mommy

I ride for my brothers

Gang, Sammy, and Johnny

I'm bringing the wave

It's a fucking tsunami

Got bands in my pocket

They calling Polly

I keep a lil' stash

Like that nigga Steve Harvey

I'm gonna be rich

I ain't talking bout' Roddy

You folded on me

Nigga you gon' be sorry

Uh

I tried to tell you lil' bitch

That I'm the last one that

You hoes wanna play with

I swear I'm with all of the shits

My mind on my money

I'm getting my paper

I don't even need double shifts

I'm feeling all jolly

I'm giving out features

Like Santa be giving out gifts

Cus' nigga I know where I'm headed

I'm spitting these bars so poetic

Like debit card gimme my credit

These niggas so lame they pathetic

I walk with a medic cus' I am so sick

I feel like that I caused the pandemic

So fresh and clean feeling hygienic

I ball out but I'm not athletic

Yeah

I'm off exotic take me to Euphoria

Feel like Pop Smoke cus' my bitch she a foreigner

Swimming with dolphins

I'm balling in Florida

Fly to Detroit smash a bitch like Medoria

Highed up I'm at the top like a Northerner

Feds asking questions I swear they rhetorical

Off a perc 30 charged up like a portable

Bitch on my dick said I'm cute I'm adorable

Bend her no matrix, I feel like the oracle

Choppa it's singing it's Breeding like B5

Nigga I'm dangerous I sting a beehive

This ain't no game nigga you don't get three lives

You better be wise

Amiri jeans nigga these ain't no Levis

Hit her like tee time

Pockets they stuffed rising up like the sea tide

I want my piece of the pie nigga key lime

Till I get em' we spinning no dvd's

Hop out and blow shit up 30's and tnt

Off a acid, percocet, and the THC

Think I'm jih faded

Boy you's bitch you's a hater

Say you getting money show me some paper

Put em' in the microwave like some Quaker

Ball like a Laker

Swear to God that all you pussies in danger

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