Pink Monty Lyrics

Walk in the crib with FN's, and AR's

Pink Monty be the mix

You know these niggas always jeffin'

They ain't never took a trip

Can peep a snake from down the way

Can see that nigga thru the tint

Tell me how is you a trapper?

You ain't never moved a brick

Steady talking bout' the road

But you can't even up a strip

I'm convinced you not a trapper

I can't even catch a scent

You don't even own a scale

So niggas really serving hit

Catch you thru that backdoor

You know you gotta build suspense

Junkies lining by the door

I know they chasing for a hit

All these quote on quote killers

You ain't never took a hit

Walk downs and alley oops

You never had to pull a skit

Caught him sleeping with a bitch

Guess he was thinking with his dick

I'm with a redbone bitch

She Five-Six, and tote sticks

She be playing with her nose

The way that bitch be eating dick

Yeah it's ironic he be giving passes

But don't get assists

I should've bet the under over

Other words you just a bitch

Really pressure on the go

Can really put you on the floor

So what I'm saying is

I call it in and you gone touch the floor

An overload, he ain't a CPU

But froze up, get him gone

Pink runts and lava cake

We really having all the loads

Don't give a fuck about a gun

Don't get tapped I know the lo

Can have some sweepers hit the street

And clean that whole block you on

I saw a nigga black and white

That nigga knowing that he told

But still be talking like a gangsta

It be crazy how it go

I know the rules, the streets ain't got a code

I never heard a nigga win

And beat the streets

You meet the feds or you a ghost

You gotta play the hand that's dealt

You backstab, yeah you a hoe

Can send a nigga down south and I ain't put him on a boat

I heard he dropped like 6 feet

Them niggas still making tweets

He got left on the East

I guess he thought that shit was sweet

Niggas lame, heard you dropped a chain

But got nowhere to sleep

Put a price on yo head and make it hard for you to sleep

Collecting all the debt

If you ain't got it talk is cheap

You ain't never took a risk

So you don't understand the feat

They put that nigga down like he ate too many treats

You tricked off on that bitch

Niggas mad it wasn't me

Them niggas down bad

They can't even pay the lease

I dare a nigga try to play

I'll be the last one you see

These niggas looking lost

Like they ain't got nowhere to be

I see that run slowed down

And niggas begging for some cheese

So once you pick a side

You gotta know it's hunting season

Get yo bitch off my line

She keep sending me her cleavage

I can't make the rules

I just follow for a reason, you an Instagram thug

But you be purping like a demon

Bitch I know the real

I wish yo moms ate the semen

I see em out in person

They gone tuck it, Willie Beamen