WEMBLEDON SESSIONS

[Intro: Pierce Washington]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Pierce Washington]
Dear Lord, can we bury the hatch'?
With anybody pushin' P to the back
I'm half man, half a million stacked
Floor to the ceiling, A1 dope on the Michelin
Black tar on the pendulum
Hi-hats when you're figureless, wait
I don't think he movin' serious
I got the spirit that niggas been workin' since eight
I'm with it (Okay)
Top of the morning, go get it (Okay)
Twenty more pins, might fit it (Okay)
Real-deal triple-D business (Okay)

[Verse 2: Nojo Wallace & Pierce Washington]
Ayy, turn an elbow to gymnast, uh, flip that shit
See, the way a nigga serve, you would think I'm Serena or Venus
But I don't do that back and forth over the 'net, pussy nigga, this shit here ain't tennis
Locked in like a twenty-three and one, niggas worried 'bout fun, bitch, I'm worried 'bout funds
Let a nigga ever play, on my son, he get stretched same night, he won't even see the sun
More baddies than Natalie Nunn, they know that I'm gon' leave 'fore a nigga even come
Nigga keep on sayin' he the one, nigga, that just make you give you the subtract, are you dumb?
A-Town, niggas know what I rep
You ain't even gotta ask who next
Every verse worth a bar while they count up my racks
Swear everybody hard 'til they land on they back in the street and they runnin' out of breath
Locked in with a piece and the bitch knock-kneed
She a fiend for the green and the check

[Interlude]
Check one, check two
Check three, four

[Outro: Pierce Washington]
Said she from the Eastside, south right
Big braid, not five
Yeah
Said she from the Westside, best side
Southbound all night
Yeah
Drivin' through the Southside, my times
I'd ride