[Intro]
(Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)

[Chorus: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
She got a pretty face, pretty toes, and a nice body, and this ho bad as fuck
And she say that she ain't got no n***a, but it ain't addin' up
If it's true, then I'm tryna fulfill you, baby, add my number
I'm gon' be ridin' with you until them n***as kill me or I'm six feet under
I worked hard to make it out, sometimes, I feel like breakin' down
Got to stabbin' with my celly, police came to shake us down
Heard my n***a ain't really my n***a, his ass been tryna take me down
With Lil TKey on the backstreet tryna drop a hundred rounds

[Verse: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
Said I was flaw, but you ain't do shit for me, I helped you out, n***a, how that sound?
Boy, we was broke as fuck, we had to bust down, n***a, split half a pound
N***as mad at me 'cause they still broke from when, I got it now
He jumped in the wrong side of the water, so I had him drown
N***as said they gon' be up forever, shit, where is they now?
What you know 'bout smoke that you can't run from? Pull up, gun him down
Bitch ain't wanna text me then, I bet she wanna fuck me now
Heard my dog ain't really my dog, I'm tryna see what that's about
Heard my gang tryna X me out, n***a must not know that I made shit hot
Bitch, we the ones in the city, ask 'bout PCF, boy, this shit on lock
We got a password inside the spot, you don't know that bitch, this shit won't unlock
All my ex-hoes keep tryna come inside my life, get off my cock
They gon' leave when everything turn to shit, then come back when everything get better
I was fifteen, I had did my first one with a 9 Beretta
Very active with my weapon, Larry Bird, I shoot like a Boston Celtic
Yeah, bitch had sent an essay to my phone, damn, baby, you could've kept it
[Chorus: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
She got a pretty face, pretty toes, and a nice body, and this ho bad as fuck
And she say that she ain't got no n***a, but it ain't addin' up
If it's true, then I'm tryna fulfill you, baby, add my number
I'm gon' be ridin' with you until them n***as kill me or I'm six feet under
I worked hard to make it out, sometimes, I feel like breakin' down
Got to stabbin' with my celly, police came to shake us down
Heard my n***a ain't really my n***a, his ass been tryna take me down
With Lil TKey on the backstreet tryna drop a hundred rounds