"Pyrex" lyrics
(We love you, Pyrex)
Nigga
Yo' bitch gon' do what I say, like I'm Simon
You can tell by the rollie I'm on perfect timin'
When I hop in the foreign, it look like it's flyin'
I can hear your heartbeat and I know that you lyin'
I'ma whip out the powder, the white nose, Pyrex
The shoes on my whip, forgiatos, five racks
I just put on a Patek, you put on a timex, nigga
You talkin' high, you get hit with the burner
I get to the money so fuck what you heard
If a nigga want drama, a nigga get murdered
Ayy, let's go
Real rich nigga, I got me a bag, nigga
Fuck what you talkin', we get you a flag
Price on his head and his body get dragged
I be walkin' with .30's, don't run out of mags
How the fuck did we get all these riches from rags?
Real trap shit, bitch, I do what you don't
Got ahold on my choppa, be singin' them notes
I'm the hood president and I don't need no votes
All these diamonds so cold we gon' need us some coats
Pull out the pounds of the porcelain
Paper get stacked 'til it reaches the ceiling
I still talkin' 'bout racks and I need me a milly
If I quit all the rappin', it's back to the dealin'
I'll just be mindin' my business
These niggas is out here plottin' and mad
Think 'bout the shit that, you niggas are sad
Nigga, hop out your feelings and run up a bag
Ayy, nigga you broke and you act like you stuntin'
We stay with the .30, you know how we comin'
We was kickin' the fiends out the trap, like we puntin'
Police is watchin' so we had to slow down
But I know the opps plottin' so we gettin' more rounds
And we always be workin', my niggas don't go lounge
It was just a lil' thot, no, you can't have my baby
Yes, I'm a lion, you can't ever tame me
Came with a Glock, you not finna taze me
We goin' up like we came from the 80's
Trap house on fire, the fiends goin' crazy, woah
You just a fake, boy, you act what you isn't
You kill all the fake, I'ma sign the petition
It's been N.M.O.B., I need money, no bitches
If I stop all this rappin', go back to the kitchen
Ayy, time, put my wrist in
Ayy, mom, I'm on big shit
Got time, I need business
Ayy, let's go
Real rich nigga, I got me a bag, nigga
Fuck what you talkin', we get you a flag
Price on his head and his body get dragged
I be walkin' with .30's, don't run out of mags
How the fuck did we get all these riches from rags?
Real trap shit, bitch, I do what you don't
Gotta hold on my choppa, be singin' them notes
I'm the hood president and I don't need no votes
All these diamonds so cold we gon' need us some coats
Nigga
Yo' bitch gon' do what I say, like I'm Simon
You can tell by the rollie I'm on perfect timin'
When I hop in the foreign, it look like it's flyin'
I can hear your heartbeat and I know that you lyin'
I'ma whip out the powder, the white nose, Pyrex
The shoes on my whip, forgiatos, five racks
I just put on a Patek, you put on a timex, nigga
You talkin' high, you get hit with the burner
I get to the money so fuck what you heard
If a nigga want drama, a nigga get murdered
Ayy, let's go
Real rich nigga, I got me a bag, nigga
Fuck what you talkin', we get you a flag
Price on his head and his body get dragged
I be walkin' with .30's, don't run out of mags
How the fuck did we get all these riches from rags?
Real trap shit, bitch, I do what you don't
Got ahold on my choppa, be singin' them notes
I'm the hood president and I don't need no votes
All these diamonds so cold we gon' need us some coats
Pull out the pounds of the porcelain
Paper get stacked 'til it reaches the ceiling
I still talkin' 'bout racks and I need me a milly
If I quit all the rappin', it's back to the dealin'
I'll just be mindin' my business
These niggas is out here plottin' and mad
Think 'bout the shit that, you niggas are sad
Nigga, hop out your feelings and run up a bag
Ayy, nigga you broke and you act like you stuntin'
We stay with the .30, you know how we comin'
We was kickin' the fiends out the trap, like we puntin'
Police is watchin' so we had to slow down
But I know the opps plottin' so we gettin' more rounds
And we always be workin', my niggas don't go lounge
It was just a lil' thot, no, you can't have my baby
Yes, I'm a lion, you can't ever tame me
Came with a Glock, you not finna taze me
We goin' up like we came from the 80's
Trap house on fire, the fiends goin' crazy, woah
You just a fake, boy, you act what you isn't
You kill all the fake, I'ma sign the petition
It's been N.M.O.B., I need money, no bitches
If I stop all this rappin', go back to the kitchen
Ayy, time, put my wrist in
Ayy, mom, I'm on big shit
Got time, I need business
Ayy, let's go
Real rich nigga, I got me a bag, nigga
Fuck what you talkin', we get you a flag
Price on his head and his body get dragged
I be walkin' with .30's, don't run out of mags
How the fuck did we get all these riches from rags?
Real trap shit, bitch, I do what you don't
Gotta hold on my choppa, be singin' them notes
I'm the hood president and I don't need no votes
All these diamonds so cold we gon' need us some coats
