"Pints" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
These niggas ain't playin' with these guns
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I come on they block, spin a ton
These fuck boys, know they gon' run
I'm havin' that drink in my cup
I catch me a opp on the drugs, it's plugged
I'm rollin' me a blunt right now, what the fuck? Uh, uh
You call timeout when the smoke get real
We call a airstrike, my partner on a kill streak
Every time I come, I been had to walk away
She say I be fuckin' with her energy
I just re-up real quick, anniversary
I'm havin' a dirty cup, I'm havin' a dirty drink
I'm peepin' my old ho 'cause the bitch thirty-three
Pull out your soul when the man got blick with him
Twin got hundred-round drum in the party
I advise you to stick with him
Get the pack off like pronto
Shoot me a music video and an interview
Any pack so easy to get off
'Fore you do anything, check in with the big dog
Posin' like hoes, these niggas havin' drip offs
Put on my drip, ain't even rip the tag on
12 hit the lights, sometimes I might smash off
How you scared of heights, but you takin' pills?
I'm in apartment with a blick for real
Nigga drop a diss, he get popped 'fore his dream fulfilled
Drop the mag quick, switch it out in the drill
Switchin' out my black pants, got a full pair
Made the ho Batman, pull on her hair
Nigga drop a track, gettin' spinned, that's your wishes
My hood like a gun range, we really shoot blicky
This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me
This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me
Roll me, I'll aim .40 up to his face
I got hoes from New York to LA
Niggas get stepped on, man, get out the way
Big ARP, it'll blow out your face
I don't even know how many drugs I'm on a day
If I don't sleep in a box, shit my get spent
I don't even know if you can mix the drink with the pill
Tip-toe up through your grass in silence
Nigga lift up your garage, we rob it
Fuck boy ain't gettin' high than me, he the co-pilot
A new ho move to the hood, her spot, we gon' trap out it
Nigga, better not come to my block, we run laps 'round you
12 don't even come through this block, we ran laps 'round 'em
Nigga hit me up, talkin' 'bout his phone tapped
Why the fuck would you even text me that?
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
These niggas ain't playin' with these guns
These niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
I come on they block, spin a ton
These fuck boys, know they gon' run
I'm havin' that drink in my cup
I catch me a opp on the drugs, it's plugged
I'm rollin' me a blunt right now, what the fuck? Uh, uh
You call timeout when the smoke get real
We call a airstrike, my partner on a kill streak
Every time I come, I been had to walk away
She say I be fuckin' with her energy
I just re-up real quick, anniversary
I'm havin' a dirty cup, I'm havin' a dirty drink
I'm peepin' my old ho 'cause the bitch thirty-three
Pull out your soul when the man got blick with him
Twin got hundred-round drum in the party
I advise you to stick with him
Get the pack off like pronto
Shoot me a music video and an interview
Any pack so easy to get off
'Fore you do anything, check in with the big dog
Posin' like hoes, these niggas havin' drip offs
Put on my drip, ain't even rip the tag on
12 hit the lights, sometimes I might smash off
How you scared of heights, but you takin' pills?
I'm in apartment with a blick for real
Nigga drop a diss, he get popped 'fore his dream fulfilled
Drop the mag quick, switch it out in the drill
Switchin' out my black pants, got a full pair
Made the ho Batman, pull on her hair
Nigga drop a track, gettin' spinned, that's your wishes
My hood like a gun range, we really shoot blicky
This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me
This ho just tried me, this bitch tried to charge me
Roll me, I'll aim .40 up to his face
I got hoes from New York to LA
Niggas get stepped on, man, get out the way
Big ARP, it'll blow out your face
I don't even know how many drugs I'm on a day
If I don't sleep in a box, shit my get spent
I don't even know if you can mix the drink with the pill
Tip-toe up through your grass in silence
Nigga lift up your garage, we rob it
Fuck boy ain't gettin' high than me, he the co-pilot
A new ho move to the hood, her spot, we gon' trap out it
Nigga, better not come to my block, we run laps 'round you
12 don't even come through this block, we ran laps 'round 'em
Nigga hit me up, talkin' 'bout his phone tapped
Why the fuck would you even text me that?
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
