Piss in

[Paroles de "Piss in"]

[Intro]
Honestly, NUMB BLOND

[Couplet unique]
Shawty said I'm trippin', I did half a pot to pissin' (Say What?)
I don't do all the whippin', game, they comin' out the kitchen
I got my chopper hangin', and I'm not even gangbanging
Don't care what you be claimin', this 30'll leave you nameless
I'm rockin' white gold, lil' baby, this ain't no stainless (It's white gold)
I got an honest hoe, I don't got time for all that playin'
Shame and ain't complainin', my shawty is money hungry (Foreal)
Could make a band today, and I could still hear her cryin'
She want expensive diamonds and cribs up in the alley (Say what?)
Let me pop a perka, lil' baby, we found a balance
Right now my money pilin' so high, it need a palace
I'm stackin' other riches and trashеs, guess I'm a pirate
Once I gеt into it, my letters will fly in private
I always pay my dues, and fuck whoever who don't like it
If you want it so bad, my nigga, why don't you buy it?
Claim you in your bag, my nigga, you cappin' lyin'
But let me mind my business, I don't pocket while my niggas
I could put you on the move, would you prove that you efficient?
Sell a bag or two, or that goop to a reptilian (Slime)
Pick and choose your clients, but my line, you can't decline them
Customer service might be A1 or Russian Fire
I don't care if you tired, consistency is pride
Your thoughts might be dark, but your pockets becoming bright
Droppin' all my product, man, my junkies comin' proper
Can't come to the trap, cause your ass always window shoppin' (Shoppin')
We can still kick it, but business, we gotta drop it
Gave you free work, and I ain't never seen no profits (No profits)
Tussie was a hustler, nigga, you just a junkie
I still respect the junkie, good junkie, they give me money (Money)
The junkie give me money, this shit comin' by the hundreds
It comin' by the hundreds, and dozens of nigga thunders
Best believe I'm bossin' if you touchin' in my money
Yes, I might be lacking, but I'm not sweet like some honey
Yes, I might be lacking, but I'm not sweet like some honey
I'm not the type to tell my girl to take the charge from me
Cause if I go down the road, she's goin' far from me
She gon' hit the pole, make large amounts for me
She gon' fuck with a pound for me, ten toes on the ground for me (Ten toes)
Like twenty on the one street, big heat, nigga, who want beef?
Another five on the backstreet, pass can't mean that I make shit back
You and Miley made a fuck, nigga, backstreet
Big on ass, we ain't no amateur
When we glitchin', we blabbin' to ya
Job well done, we ain't livin' no evidence
Leave a fuck, nigga, in the past tense
I don't give two fucks about back end
You pop a pussy while I count me a back end
I was thirteen, surrender rappin'
Most of the rappers fake trappin'
Back end money, it's my trappin'
Quit the cop, you ain't notgun clappin'
I don't know what it really, really trappin'
I ran a quarter-milli in the trap, no cap