Pretty Girl

[HOOK]
To the pretty girl
Sittin in the corner
Don’t do it to yourself
I’ma warn ya
Not again, not again
This is it, my friends
I got a lot of money ridin
On my shit to win

[VERSE 1]
I spit that
He told me to get back
He said
"Doesn’t matter what you said
Or how you flip that...
Sign here at the bottom of the contract -
I’ll show you how to ready for the combat."
Ya lil stupid ass bitch
I ain’t fuckin wit youuuuu
I’m tired of followin the rules
Sick of bein told “Lose”
When competin wit dudes
Who get to keep on
Their mutha fuckin socks and shoes
I just wanna run up in a couple
Of the buildings
No weapons
Just frustrations and feelings
Scream it out
From the floor
Up to the ceilings
Glass blown out
Everybody finally kneelin’
To me
What a damn relief
It’s Q-Z
I don't want your beef
Tell your homie I don’t need his cheese
When I know the only reason’s
Cuz he’s dyin to meet / meat

[HOOK]
To the pretty girl
Sittin in the corner
Don’t do it to yourself
I’ma warn ya
Not again, not again
This is it, my friends
I got a lot of money ridin
On my shit to win

[VERSE 2]
Sometimes I wonder
If I’m next
It only sucks
'fore you get to the success
That’s what I thought
Til I saw, the cut checks
And realized
I’m still thinking it’s “What next?”
They couldn't give a fuck less
That I want more
If it's smart or it's poetic
Get the back door
I been waitin too long to be a
Done for, turnt up, dumbed down, dressed up bum bore
We were made for
More than this
Some are wonderin why
I recorded this
Well
I know
They don’t wanna hear it
I know
They don’t want the lyrics
They want another hot body
With the same gimmick
They wanna see a Maserati
And a few biddies
They wanna hear me
Talk about all this good kitty
Ridin top down
Airin out the new titties

[HOOK]
To the pretty girl
Sittin in the corner
Don’t do it to yourself
I’ma warn ya
Not again, not again
This is it, my friends
I got a lot of money ridin
On my shit to win