Piano Tiles 2

[Intro: Armani West]
Wockhardt, JANECOCAINE exclusive
Damn, Mani Montana, bitch

[Chorus: Armani West]
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

[Verse 1: Armani West]
Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds, they be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak, seven days of the week (Bow-bow-bow)
They go bring me up in shit, but I'm in the bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryna— I'm not finished
Throw it back, keep my peace, go and give him somethin' to eat
He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet
Sip my tea, push a P all over the magazines
Say it wasn't what it was, but it was what had to be
Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me
I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between
She a clout chaser chick, do anything for the streams

[Chorus: Armani West & 6arelyhuman]
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential (Yeah, uh)
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

[Verse 2: 6arelyhuman]
Like damn, bitch, I don't even rap
Bet you wanna see me dance, hold up, I'ma make it clap
He gon' do what I say with the sound of a snap
Got you lookin' mad sittin' in your man's lap
I'm bossy, wanna talk to me? That's costly
And you a weirdo, I'ma call you Bill Cosby
Never rest, stay up, don't cross me
Ste-ste-step to the side, I'm the life of the party
Yes, I'm really that bitch (Yeah)
Pressin' on my keys, you can never touch this (Uh)
You so obsessed with how my mug sit
Keep it cute, or keep it mute, end of discussion (Yeah)
Like damn, yes, I'm really that bitch (What?)
Pressin' on my keys, you can never touch this (Uh)
You so obsessed with how my mug sit
Keep it cute, or keep it mute, end of discussion

[Chorus: Armani West]
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

[Verse 3: Cortisa Star]
Trio of the year, bitch, we go crazy, yeah, we mental
Hoes be playin' in my face, they pussy cheap, we call it rental
And the streets said you a fairy, you not hard, bitch, you be gentle
Yeah-yeah-yeah, I'm pretty in the face, the bitches say they love my freckles
I be poppin' hella drugs, so every day is existential
I'm still mother to these bitches, so I'm acting real parental
Bitches like me when I'm spittin', I go crazy when I'm heated
Bitches always gaggin' from my shit, so they all stayin' seated
Why you leave a hate comment, but when I talk, you go delete it?
Know that you a loser, not a theory or a fuckin' thesis
Emptied clips on bitches that be stupid, body turnt to pieces
Know we rappin' supersonic, faster than the fuckin' beat is
What? What? Th-th-three bad bitches, we up, u-u-up
Hundreds of bands in our tuck, tu-tu-tuck
These bitches wanna be us, us
Promise we don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Armani West]
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

[Outro: Armani West]
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn)
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
Bitch, I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental, like