Pretty Flako

[Intro]
Ayo wassup man its William Aston, Pennsylvania Problem Child; SteakTown Zombiez
Ayo niggas keep asking me, why you keep saying that?
Nigga whats SteakTown, where that’s from?
Nigga what city makes cheesesteaks?
Put two and two together
Dumb mothafucka!

[Verse 1: William Aston]

Uh
Bungie Jump up outta my swagga!
Betta watch ya chick, I might bag her
From SteakTown, to UK, to Broadway, it don’t matter
Take the Gucci off, and throw the Louie on
Mind clearin them bastards
Ya’ll needa calling card, cuz ya’ll fallin off
Me and Breezy climbin them ladders
I probably grab five for the threes then I deuce
Ask your girlfriend, I’m the only one to choose
I take her to the negative, for the betta shit
Undress a bitch, as I’m throwin up presidents
Truthfully, I don’t even really like ya’ll
Me I’m feelin like the 20/12 fight dog
You should really think about ending ya life dog
You sound betta with ur mic off
Bumpin Biggie, Pun and Pac, and EL and 50, old shit
If you niggas think you know me, well then you don’t kno shit
I like pancakes, I like cheese steaks
I started getting ass in the middle of 8th grade
But by 4th grade, I considered droppin out
Till my dick got hard and I knew what school was about
I listened to ya mixtape, can I smack you in the mouth?
Fuck ya girl, leave nut stains on ya couch?
You can’t get no rougher than that
She suck my dick, while ya’ll be cuddlin that
Ayo play that peanut live 215, that nigga funny as shit..
Fuckin skitdaddle nigga!

[Mix, Breezy Intro]

[Verse 2: Breezy]

Skinny nigga blowin mad dro!
Ya girl dirty like ass holes
I'm speedin up on that cash roll, then ya girl pussy get mad old
I'm movin on to a new one, you wouldn't know if you knew son
I rep philly, I rep NY and they both killas, u choose one
Choose one, you gon lose some
Love you people tryna act hard
Tryna run up on me, he gon crash harder than NASCAR
Mad bars, I got mad bars
Hell yeah, and they stay mean
You walkin on ya girl, and I'm right next to her yes it may seem
Ima cold dude wit that may breeze
On her face like may baleen, I stuck my head in her pussy
I'm so deep in shawty I taste a spleen
Killin beats and there's no remorse, kill the judge and don't go to court
Hell yeah, I done called Will, and Will told me he gon light a torch
On ur asses and I'm on the beat like scorch
And its a celebration, ima pop a corc
Champagne sippin, she down to score
So I tell to whip out the dick and bring it down some more
And my weed so loud, like a massive roar
And my wordplay cray, niggas askin hove
Ima burn this stick because I have to go, up higher than a nigga really have to go
Ima real nigga, I put my mothafuckin hands up
If you ain't never knew, we get shit rockin like a band bruh
I stand up, you cheer S.O, Krispy camp we them niggas of the year
Guess I'm that new guy, lookin too fly like them phones I'm all up in your ear
And them punchlines I ain't even gotta use em, I spit straight forward on the beats and I abuse em
Niggas started hidin but im really bout to lose em, got no picks but I'm really bout to choose em
Oh please, get on your knees cuz im bout to OD, and im feelin so tho nothin ever come free
Put the drink down bitch, watchu come see?
[Put the drink down bitch watchu come see?]

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