PTP

[Produced by Antoine Christopher & Hype Alexander]

Better pop that ass

[Verse 1]
First day of summer, sun shinnin' on a whip
Got a hooptie that I’m riding but a nigga feelin' rich
Ain’t no RTA, I’ll park and stay outside my mama house
You can come get all this mackin', after that you gotta bounce
Ok, your home girls in the back they gettin' tipsy
I pull up and chicken heads askin', "Who is he?"
Got a new facade when I pull out my garage
She fronting for all her friends but she gon' hop up in this ride
Bounce somethin', shake somethin'
While the beat is bumpin'
Speakers thumpin' bih
Throw that ass like you a freak or somethin'
Now it’s Friday and you just got paid
Gotta hit the hair salon make sure them edges gettin' laid
Waves spinnin' now these women seasick
Backseat lookin' like it’s Freaknik
Yo mama ain’t no raise no hoe, well you don’t show it
You got ass in the back of them pants you better throw it bih

[Bridge]
I don’t know what you been told
When it comes to spittin' game, I’m so cold
I don’t know bout y’all
But I got freaks on call
And I'm gon' pull up on 'em, pull up on 'em
So they can watch the screens fall

[Verse 2]
Uh, question:
Oh you one of them women that ridin' a Benz with a whole bunch of friends, ha?
Oh you rollin' with niggas that's killers and dealers you said "It depends", ha?
You say these baller niggas over rated
You just wanna hit the club like a barbershop and get extra faded
Well ok
Bend it over, gon' and shake it
Arch your back but, girl don't break it
Got the freaks on the call
We can meet at the mall
Bouta cop me a Jeep in the fall
We at the function I see that bussin' with honeys I’m peepin' 'em all

[Breakdown]
Bend it over, gon' and shake it
Arch your back but, girl don't break it
Bend it over, gon' and shake it
Arch your back but, girl don't break it
Bend it over, gon' and shake it
Arch your back but, girl don't break it
Bend it over, gon' and shake it
Arch your back but, girl don't break it

[Break into pt. 2]

[Verse 3]
It’s summer in the city and niggas is gettin' litty
Packed in the whip when it’s 85 degrees outside
I was ridin' top down playin' "Top Down"
Doin' 5 miles an hour so they can see my ride
Now she like
"Who is this nigga that’s rappin' a mile a minute and don’t never be phoney?"
Well that’s me, come on and ride with a real nigga
I promise I can never leave you lonely
99's and 2000s
Malibu vacay with the new housin'
When the sun out, I run out to find me a move for the squad
When we go out the crew wildin'
I tell her bounce on these hoes
Stack up the count on these hoes
Triple up the worth, get it out the dirt
Set your amount on the hoes
She like

[Outro: Alize Williams]
Where them hustlers at? Where them dollars at?
If he ain’t cakin', see ya later I won’t holla back
Hatin hoes, they exposed 'cause I’m super hot
Fuck a nigga, bitch my money make this pussy pop
Where them hustlers at? Where them dollars at?
If he ain’t cakin', see ya later I won’t holla back
Hatin hoes, they exposed 'cause I’m super hot
Fuck a nigga, bitch my money make this pussy pop