"Pink Slip" lyrics

Yeah, I'm really that young nigga
Yeah, I'm really that young nigga
Uh, she said I'm really that- uh, yeah
She know I'm really that- uh, yeah

I'm really that young nigga callin' the shots (Yeah)
What you tryna be, boy, who you are or what you not? (I don't know)
Shawty tryna see if I'm really ballin' or not (Yeah)
Pink slip the foreign, pull them cars off the lot (Gone)
They gon' switch up on you, it get hard at the top (Yeah)
Bruh, I ain't like these niggas, I'm a star on the block
I'm Gucci down, baby, from my draws to my socks (To my socks)
They say they happy for you, but they all want your spot (Yeah)

Puttin' on for my niggas like it ain't nothin' to me (Like it ain't nothin' to me)
Yeah, countin' up them hundreds like it ain't nothin' to me (Like it ain't nothin')
Yeah, brodie really my hitter, that's my brother to me (That's my brother)
Yeah, really make no difference, like the same mother to me (Same mother)
Yeah, is she really my bitch or fuck with them other niggas? (Fuck with them other niggas)
Yeah, woke up, hit a lick for like a hundred figures (For like a hundred)
Yeah, I'ma show these niggas who really run the city (Who really run the city)
They been stealin' my drip 'cause they ain't fuckin' with me ('Cause they ain't fuckin' with me)
Yeah, can't hop in that whip if that shit don't go fast (Yeah)
I done took some loses, but I never came in last (Woah)
I'm prayin' for my young niggas, I know he gon' crash (Yeah)
My money up, fuck runnin' that, I keep runners in the stash

I'm really that young nigga callin' the shots (Yeah, woah)
What you tryna be, boy, who you are or what you not? (I don't know)
Shawty tryna see if I'm really ballin' or not (Ballin' or not, yeah)
Pink slip the foreign, pull them cars off the lot (Gone, skrrt)
They gon' switch up on you, it get hard at the top (At the top, yeah)
Bruh, I ain't like these niggas, I'm a star on the block (On the block, ayy)
I'm Gucci down, baby, from my draws to my socks (To my socks, yeah)
They say they happy for you, but they all want your spot (Want your spot)

Yeah, I told a ho, "Open up your eyes and listen
I'm callin' the shots, if the shooter shot, it was my decision" (Bang)
Attention rich as fuck, so I make it pay me
I'm savin' up 'cause the cost to be the boss is expensive (Damn)
Blue notes off of the books, you niggas read it wrong (Achoo)
The sign he throwin' up is clear as Evian
Carson in the motherfuckin' house, Del Amo
Watch your motherfuckin' mouth or pick your jaw up off the lawn (Ouch)
Hold on, you just a runner-up, we run it up (Uh)
Re-up, double up, etcetera, etcetera
Wash, rinse, repeat, tea leaf, got a buck (Ooh)
And I ain't dollars either, bitch, you gotta see that

I'm really that young nigga callin' the shots (Gotta see that)
What you tryna be, boy, who you are or what you not? (I don't know)
Shawty tryna see if I'm really ballin' or not (Yeah, ballin')
Pink slip the foreign, pull them cars off the lot (Go)
They gon' switch up on you, it get hard at the top (Yeah)
Bruh, I ain't like these niggas, I'm a star on the block (On the block)
I'm Gucci down, baby, from my draws to my socks (To my socks, yeah)
They say they happy for you, but they all want your spot (Woah)

Yeah, I been in the strip club, gettin' fake love
Damn, baby, why we break up? I think it's time we make up
I still got the hoodie, yeah, the one with all your makeup
You know you a star, yeah, you amazing
It was my fault, yeah, you can blame me
It was my fault, yeah, you can blame me
I been livin' shameless, I been movin' dangerous and, uh
Yeah, yeah, off top
We been winnin' all year since the ball dropped
We been shinin' all year, baby, non-stop
I been shootin', I ain't lookin' at the shot clock (Shot clock)

Shawty wanna come first, put me last (Put me last)
Shawty want me to Birkin her bag (Birkin her bag)
Had to put in work for that cash (For the cash)
Feelin' like I'm on a search for what I had (What I had)
When you show love, niggas hate and I don't understand it
Yeah, took it from my baby, yeah, that's what them bands did
Who'll get in my way, my nigga, if the plan big?
She don't need no cape, but shawty left it as is
He ain't gettin' no pape', ain't seen a hundred bands
Probably broke because you hatin' on another man
Once a nigga sign that deal, I brought my brothers in
Put that brand-new Louis V up in my mother hand

I'm really that young nigga callin' the shots (Yeah)
What you tryna be, boy, you are what you not (I don't know)
Shawty tryna see if I'm really ballin' or not (Ballin')
Pink slip the foreign, pull them cars off the lot (Gone)
They gon' switch up on you, it get hard at the top (off the top, yeah)
Bruh, I ain't like these niggas, I'm a star on the block
I'm Gucci down, baby, from my draws to my socks (Yeah, to my socks)
They say they happy for you, but they all want your spot

You know the vibe
You now tuned into the real one, not the fake one kind
PNCINTL, CEO
Westside, Westside
You know, we the ones that really put the city on
I ain't gotta say too much