"Pistons" lyrics
Sha EK & Bandmanrill Lyrics
(feat. MCVERTT)
Look
Aye, aye, look-look
(Project X)
Look
Aye
Niggas really be broke, you heard? Like
Niggas ain't getting no money, you heard?
Niggas ain't doin' nothing for they family, man
Niggas ain't gangster
Niggas be hoes out here
Aye
Look-look, aye
Niggas be hoes, be chillin' 'round bitches
You was not mafia, not tryna kick it
Shit gon' get dark 'cause lil' brodie don't listen
I got some shit when you talk gotta listen
Ek in the hood, so it's Glock with extensions
Newark hop out, then my niggas get missin'
.33, in the navy, I'm feelin' like Pippen
Slime ball, like he play for the Pistons (Grrah, grrah)
I throw a O's up for OGz
Before all the rappin', it was uppin' it doley
Where the whips? Where the stollies
Backdoor gang, we bookin' niggas Rollies
They tried to play with the dead
Y'all really better have one in the head
I'm goin' out for me and mine (Ayy)
Y'all cannot take back what y'all said (Hol' on, look, wait), grrah
Ek hop out with the O's in Jersey
Bitches on dick 'cause they see that we rap
I got some hoes in the X
He got some hoes in Newark that's tryna get clapped
Get to the bag, I flex
You ain't my baeboy, can't get you a dap
Niggas know that we next
Niggas been rappin', too, but still got left
Can't fuck on that bitch, shit hot like Cheetos
Put a bullet in a bike, Deebo
I hit it once, can't find me, like Nemo
I signed a deal, so shout out to Steve-O
Look
Look-look, aye
Niggas be buggin' rockin' with lieutenants
Stay a hunnid', I don't know who did it
You could die for actin' like you wit' it
I got homies facin' double digits
Watch when they touch, nigga, we is livin'
Strags in the telly, beatin' up the kitten
I'm tryna stack the cake up to the ceiling
I'm tryna stack the cake up to the, aye
I'm tryna stack up the breeshcake
She wanna link? Lil' bitch, don't be late
Wanna diss, bae boy? Better be safe
Might them niggas through on your B-Day
Best believe lil' bro got a day
Ain't squashin' none that shit, too late
My baeboy tryna send one to a face
Might be in Cali, throwin' in a Wraith
All it take is one phone call for lil' bro life to get took away
But, I'm bigger than this
I done came to far to throw it all away
But best believe I'm totin' on the K
Like a Adele, this bitch gon' spray
That ain't my bitch, she just call me Bae
She can be mine, it's just for the day, aye
Where the opp? Let's play
I'm not payin' for shit, ima go through that end by myself
Hollow tips burn when that shit hit your body
On bro, that shit gon' make you melt
If it's up, then it's stuck, then say that
Ya'll was just EMS, now y'all jackin' the Maybach?
We lost Diddy and Yellow
Grrah
So we gotta go spin and get payback
Them niggas gotta get put in the trunk
Them niggas gotta get put in the blunt, bitch
I throw up L and the O
Everything dead, y'all niggas not one of us
Why I be arguin' with lil' ass kids that keep gettin' caught on the bus?
Y'all really be buggin'? Real life, ya'll don't got no money tucked
Grrah
Aye, aye, look-look
(Project X)
Look
Aye
Niggas really be broke, you heard? Like
Niggas ain't getting no money, you heard?
Niggas ain't doin' nothing for they family, man
Niggas ain't gangster
Niggas be hoes out here
Aye
Look-look, aye
Niggas be hoes, be chillin' 'round bitches
You was not mafia, not tryna kick it
Shit gon' get dark 'cause lil' brodie don't listen
I got some shit when you talk gotta listen
Ek in the hood, so it's Glock with extensions
Newark hop out, then my niggas get missin'
.33, in the navy, I'm feelin' like Pippen
Slime ball, like he play for the Pistons (Grrah, grrah)
I throw a O's up for OGz
Before all the rappin', it was uppin' it doley
Where the whips? Where the stollies
Backdoor gang, we bookin' niggas Rollies
They tried to play with the dead
Y'all really better have one in the head
I'm goin' out for me and mine (Ayy)
Y'all cannot take back what y'all said (Hol' on, look, wait), grrah
Ek hop out with the O's in Jersey
Bitches on dick 'cause they see that we rap
I got some hoes in the X
He got some hoes in Newark that's tryna get clapped
Get to the bag, I flex
You ain't my baeboy, can't get you a dap
Niggas know that we next
Niggas been rappin', too, but still got left
Can't fuck on that bitch, shit hot like Cheetos
Put a bullet in a bike, Deebo
I hit it once, can't find me, like Nemo
I signed a deal, so shout out to Steve-O
Look
Look-look, aye
Niggas be buggin' rockin' with lieutenants
Stay a hunnid', I don't know who did it
You could die for actin' like you wit' it
I got homies facin' double digits
Watch when they touch, nigga, we is livin'
Strags in the telly, beatin' up the kitten
I'm tryna stack the cake up to the ceiling
I'm tryna stack the cake up to the, aye
I'm tryna stack up the breeshcake
She wanna link? Lil' bitch, don't be late
Wanna diss, bae boy? Better be safe
Might them niggas through on your B-Day
Best believe lil' bro got a day
Ain't squashin' none that shit, too late
My baeboy tryna send one to a face
Might be in Cali, throwin' in a Wraith
All it take is one phone call for lil' bro life to get took away
But, I'm bigger than this
I done came to far to throw it all away
But best believe I'm totin' on the K
Like a Adele, this bitch gon' spray
That ain't my bitch, she just call me Bae
She can be mine, it's just for the day, aye
Where the opp? Let's play
I'm not payin' for shit, ima go through that end by myself
Hollow tips burn when that shit hit your body
On bro, that shit gon' make you melt
If it's up, then it's stuck, then say that
Ya'll was just EMS, now y'all jackin' the Maybach?
We lost Diddy and Yellow
Grrah
So we gotta go spin and get payback
Them niggas gotta get put in the trunk
Them niggas gotta get put in the blunt, bitch
I throw up L and the O
Everything dead, y'all niggas not one of us
Why I be arguin' with lil' ass kids that keep gettin' caught on the bus?
Y'all really be buggin'? Real life, ya'll don't got no money tucked
Grrah
