Pedro Lyrics

I'm trying to count these bands up

Band up bands up

She keep taking bout Pedro but I'm trying to count these bands up

Bands up bands up

She keep talking bout Pedro, who that

Her side nigga or something

Something something

Shut the fuck up hoe i'm trying to count these bands up

Bands up bands up

If you not with the shits you can just dip

Before you leave please pack up your shit

If you choose to stay do suck on this dick

Ima give you a hint girl focus on the tip

I don't give a fuck if it his turn or my turn all I know is I'm still gonna hit

Money coming through and I don't owe no one shit

That's why I spend it I spend it like this

I get depressed when my pockets get stressed

And I need some jessipes some gold on my neck

And a ice cream paint job with a foreign ass whip

And a extend-O clip to protect all my shit

I don't trust no one that's just how I live

So when you do me wrong I expected that shit

I don't mix my friends with my business

I kill for my money that's on some real shit

My brain is ill

I get sick of bull shit

My swag is contagious

They steal all my fits

I ravage the click

And she ran from the dick

Boom flip pon the tip she on her bad gyal shit

Ran in the the mall cuz I was just racking up

I can never be tired if I can buy stuff

Man Me and this money yea we is so cuff

I can never be in my feelings if I can role up

She keep talking bout Pedro, who that

Her side nigga or something

Something something

Shut the fuck up hoe i'm trying to count these bands up

Bands up bands up

I just told a bad sinorita

That's I don't really need

Cuz she want a eater

And I ain't no eater

Like mira mira mira

You asking too much from poppa

Yard man don da daa

Top shotta best talk to me proper

I ain't playing no games with no lames

Talk that shit spit the dragon flame

Bitch we kicking it or nah just call me lui kang

I finish the box that twat boonk gange

Finna run off with your soul

And use it to whipe my nose

Bitch my boogers is gold

Ran off with her inucencs

Now she giving out head like she ain't got no sense

Counting my dollars my euros my pence

Blunt so big it's gone bust my Chest

Man I gotta whoosa just to catch my breath

If a bitch leave me man I woosa again

And bag another bitch

That's why you hear lil miss

My old bitch ran of thinking she the shit

Man she was second on dick

She was a Natt Natt she was never on the spliff

Walked in the back already know that I stank

I'm the type to take two shots even tho I'm shooting blanks

I believe in myself don't believe in no one els

My momma told me at the age I was still dropping off the bed that you is the man

So if you think I trip off what you said

Man you bumped your head your nogging is split

I'll never ever trip even if the bottle this big