"PT PT" lyrics
Flick, flick
Baow, baow (D100)
Baow, baow
Baow, baow, flick, flick
Hulk it, throw on the beam and then blow
We was boxin' him in, where the fuck did he go?
Troopin' through back blocks, we on the O
First one that we see, nigga meetin' the pole
156, it was me and the Glo, nigga, free lil 'Raf, if you know then you know
It was me and the Trend throwin' pain for the bros, Brim love with the Hat if I bend with the Glo
Nigga, shout-out the Ape, throwin' pain for the bros livin' back on the gate
Taking too long to respond, you a plate, I'ma throw what I got if my back on the gate
Got the thirty, it barkin', [?]
I threw pain out the G, watched the gun almost break
No G, no scap, then we breakin' his face
Nigga, free Baby Flick, he put on for the gang, nigga, word to my dead
Nigga, Flickers and Packers, thirty on body, was never a lacker
Throw on the beam and watch all of 'em scatter, threw four out the G and hit three, I'm a factor
Reach in my pants and I back out the ladder
We smokin' the Jet, man, that shit was the dagger
Speakin' on me, nigga, what happened after? Can't say what I know, they got sadder and sadder, word to my dead
Free EK and Took, he was watchin' me pick up a ball and go hoop
Ankle monitor on, nigga still tryna troop, niggas know how we get when they mention lil Nu'
Bendin' alone, what the fuck is a group? It take nothing for me to go suit up and troop
I was buggin' for bro, they put me on the boot
Nigga, word to my dead, I was posted in Drew
2-3 zone, where the fuck is the 'Wokks?
How many times we was lettin' it flock?
When I spin with the Lz, if he trip then he got
Hoodie down on the Kreeps, give it all that I got
Ask Pop, word to bro, he was duckin' his top
Ask the Kreeps how we got, word to bro, it's a lot
Threw at Pop and his bitch, did it all for the plot
He can't rap, we was creepin' through both of they lots, word to my dead
Bishop on dick and he linkin' with Pop, it don't matter to me, nigga, both of 'em shot
Nigga M&M what? I'ma bang on a 'Wokk, if he throw up the 'Wokk, I'ma bang on his top
Nigga wanna be Flick, gotta Flick on the 'Wokk, nigga shout-out the 3, they put on for the block
Niggas do it for me, so I'll do it for them, if you push up on we, we gon' flick on a 'Wokk
Nigga, 46 sweet, troopin', CitiBike gang be elite
Nigga, 46K, they was fast on they feet
Flakk had to duck, almost flocked with the heat
Jodot on dick, he got smacked with the V
I can't count how much times they was fast on they feet
Know that the 48 gang is elite, niggas know what's gon' happen when he yellin' out "Kreep" (Kreep, Kreep)
Get low with the ball, don't try to reach on this court, you gon' fall
I'ma dunk on a 'Wokk, I don't care if he tall, I'ma step on a Bee if he think he can crawl
Once you step on this court, ain't no one you could call
If you fall for the hesi', I'm dunkin' the ball
I'ma wait me a chip, I was never Chris Paul
If he ballin' for Q on this court, he gon' fall
Hoodie down with the ball in the dark, word to bro, niggas troopin' through blocks
Had to creep up slow, started hawkin' 'em down, only thing that they saw was the back of the knock
Ain't no passin' the rock on a drill, got the ball in my hand, I'ma shoot, gotta go for the shot
Gotta do it for bro 'cause he'd do it for me, on the scene, word to bro, give it all that I got
PT PT, he better not put a K after my T
They know the vibes, tryna suit up and flick on a 'Wokk, word to bro, I sidestep in the street
Niggas mentionin' bro, had to turn on my savage, walkin' down, KODK, let 'em have it
Bino the big pack, smoking on big Makks, smoking him down, let's go piss on his casket, like
Nu was tellin' me what? Die L'zz, nigga, Raf shoulda been in a blunt
Hot L'zz, hot L'zz, nigga, he yell it back, nigga thinkin' he tough, start bussin' the gun
Give a fuck 'bout an old friend, once you go speak on that name in a track, it ain't no coming back
OYK, Notti, Dotty, Melly, Noah got stomped in a pack
Q in the air when I'm chillin' in Harlem, nobody dead that hit better than Deady
Notti a joke, why the fuck would he pick up a broom? What the fuck, man? The pokey is deadly
Dotty a dummy, put one in his head, shit wasn't on safety, he fell for the hesi'
Free Baby Jay, nigga thought he was tough, he got hit with a twin spinmove and a jelly (Word to my dead)
Niggas keep askin' me, "Dot, why the fuck you not showin' no mercy?"
Niggas keep mentionin' bro like we not out here bangin' for bro, had to throw on my jersey
Yeah it's Brim love, but I'm smoking the Jet out the pack, word to bro, niggas smokin' on DayHound
Ride with the 'Wokk, you get to duckin' your top, word to bro, when I reach for the Sprayground
Baow, baow (D100)
Baow, baow
Baow, baow, flick, flick
Hulk it, throw on the beam and then blow
We was boxin' him in, where the fuck did he go?
Troopin' through back blocks, we on the O
First one that we see, nigga meetin' the pole
156, it was me and the Glo, nigga, free lil 'Raf, if you know then you know
It was me and the Trend throwin' pain for the bros, Brim love with the Hat if I bend with the Glo
Nigga, shout-out the Ape, throwin' pain for the bros livin' back on the gate
Taking too long to respond, you a plate, I'ma throw what I got if my back on the gate
Got the thirty, it barkin', [?]
I threw pain out the G, watched the gun almost break
No G, no scap, then we breakin' his face
Nigga, free Baby Flick, he put on for the gang, nigga, word to my dead
Nigga, Flickers and Packers, thirty on body, was never a lacker
Throw on the beam and watch all of 'em scatter, threw four out the G and hit three, I'm a factor
Reach in my pants and I back out the ladder
We smokin' the Jet, man, that shit was the dagger
Speakin' on me, nigga, what happened after? Can't say what I know, they got sadder and sadder, word to my dead
Free EK and Took, he was watchin' me pick up a ball and go hoop
Ankle monitor on, nigga still tryna troop, niggas know how we get when they mention lil Nu'
Bendin' alone, what the fuck is a group? It take nothing for me to go suit up and troop
I was buggin' for bro, they put me on the boot
Nigga, word to my dead, I was posted in Drew
2-3 zone, where the fuck is the 'Wokks?
How many times we was lettin' it flock?
When I spin with the Lz, if he trip then he got
Hoodie down on the Kreeps, give it all that I got
Ask Pop, word to bro, he was duckin' his top
Ask the Kreeps how we got, word to bro, it's a lot
Threw at Pop and his bitch, did it all for the plot
He can't rap, we was creepin' through both of they lots, word to my dead
Bishop on dick and he linkin' with Pop, it don't matter to me, nigga, both of 'em shot
Nigga M&M what? I'ma bang on a 'Wokk, if he throw up the 'Wokk, I'ma bang on his top
Nigga wanna be Flick, gotta Flick on the 'Wokk, nigga shout-out the 3, they put on for the block
Niggas do it for me, so I'll do it for them, if you push up on we, we gon' flick on a 'Wokk
Nigga, 46 sweet, troopin', CitiBike gang be elite
Nigga, 46K, they was fast on they feet
Flakk had to duck, almost flocked with the heat
Jodot on dick, he got smacked with the V
I can't count how much times they was fast on they feet
Know that the 48 gang is elite, niggas know what's gon' happen when he yellin' out "Kreep" (Kreep, Kreep)
Get low with the ball, don't try to reach on this court, you gon' fall
I'ma dunk on a 'Wokk, I don't care if he tall, I'ma step on a Bee if he think he can crawl
Once you step on this court, ain't no one you could call
If you fall for the hesi', I'm dunkin' the ball
I'ma wait me a chip, I was never Chris Paul
If he ballin' for Q on this court, he gon' fall
Hoodie down with the ball in the dark, word to bro, niggas troopin' through blocks
Had to creep up slow, started hawkin' 'em down, only thing that they saw was the back of the knock
Ain't no passin' the rock on a drill, got the ball in my hand, I'ma shoot, gotta go for the shot
Gotta do it for bro 'cause he'd do it for me, on the scene, word to bro, give it all that I got
PT PT, he better not put a K after my T
They know the vibes, tryna suit up and flick on a 'Wokk, word to bro, I sidestep in the street
Niggas mentionin' bro, had to turn on my savage, walkin' down, KODK, let 'em have it
Bino the big pack, smoking on big Makks, smoking him down, let's go piss on his casket, like
Nu was tellin' me what? Die L'zz, nigga, Raf shoulda been in a blunt
Hot L'zz, hot L'zz, nigga, he yell it back, nigga thinkin' he tough, start bussin' the gun
Give a fuck 'bout an old friend, once you go speak on that name in a track, it ain't no coming back
OYK, Notti, Dotty, Melly, Noah got stomped in a pack
Q in the air when I'm chillin' in Harlem, nobody dead that hit better than Deady
Notti a joke, why the fuck would he pick up a broom? What the fuck, man? The pokey is deadly
Dotty a dummy, put one in his head, shit wasn't on safety, he fell for the hesi'
Free Baby Jay, nigga thought he was tough, he got hit with a twin spinmove and a jelly (Word to my dead)
Niggas keep askin' me, "Dot, why the fuck you not showin' no mercy?"
Niggas keep mentionin' bro like we not out here bangin' for bro, had to throw on my jersey
Yeah it's Brim love, but I'm smoking the Jet out the pack, word to bro, niggas smokin' on DayHound
Ride with the 'Wokk, you get to duckin' your top, word to bro, when I reach for the Sprayground
