Past Pershing
[Intro]
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man)
[Verse 1: T-Bone]
In a foreign car swervin', ridin' past Persian
In the mall splurgin'
He just stopped me for a picture, I don't know this person
Love my lil' bitch Rihanna 'cause she stay workin'
Slapped the shh on my Glock, now that bitch jerkin'
Thick bitch twerkin', your pockets hurtin'
[?] pussy out, grabbed my dick, told me, "Insert it"
Draco got an opp n***a twistin', turnin'
[Verse 2: Fordio]
My pop pink as Mrs. Piggy, n***as sippin' Kermit
I know many men hatin', give 'em 50, Curtis
You won't buy it for yourself, don't even think of Birkin
N***as hit me for theyself, my whole team crunchin'
Shit, I've been copin' with this pill, don't even think I'm hurtin'
Cracked a pint and got the chills, think Morty really fucked me
If I was you, I wouldn't last 'cause bein' brokе ain't funny
Hand-to-hands, I move the load beforе I even touch it
Treat it like a close game, know my dog clutchin'
She say, "How you love that drank? It's really disgusting"
[Verse 3: MJPAID]
I won't never give my heart, I know bitches fuckin' (Nope)
You can't conversate with us, this a rich discussion (N***a)
Sittin' on your ass, n***a, take a risk or somethin'
Book me for a show, gotta know my killers comin' (Yep)
On the Interstate, n***a, ain't no interruptions
High as hell, feds on me scorin', that's an and-one
Finish up the site the fuck down if my BIN up
Bounce back bandit, take losses with my chin, n***a
I don't never rap about no shit that I did once
Playin' with my money, now we finna fuck his crib up
Bitch, alright, show me why I shouldn't when I did [?]
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Used to swipe cards, now I swipe your bitch
A n***a Glock'll still rob you for every day and he rich
Paranoid, ready to shoot when I be ridin' with that switch
I heard you beefin' with them killers, you need to find yourself a ditch
Real bodies, I owe the hitman, come and fuckin' with the killers
I know they scared to get up with us, we them one n***as
Tryna hang around with me, boy, I hope you brought your gun with you
I ain't the type of n***a [?] she even know if you don't own a pistol
I'm like Shaq, fuck around and break the rim
You the type of n***a to tell, go to court like, "That was him"
I'm the n***a to call the shots like Pac was in Above the Rim, yeah
[Verse 5: T-Bone]
Just bought a new glizzy, ridin' through the city
Keep it a hundred with me
'Fore I drop fifty
Ridin' 'round with my Glock, boy, I'm with TeeJaee
I'm outside on the opps with this bitch'll make him relay
Scat Pack do two hundred on the freeway
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man)
[Verse 1: T-Bone]
In a foreign car swervin', ridin' past Persian
In the mall splurgin'
He just stopped me for a picture, I don't know this person
Love my lil' bitch Rihanna 'cause she stay workin'
Slapped the shh on my Glock, now that bitch jerkin'
Thick bitch twerkin', your pockets hurtin'
[?] pussy out, grabbed my dick, told me, "Insert it"
Draco got an opp n***a twistin', turnin'
[Verse 2: Fordio]
My pop pink as Mrs. Piggy, n***as sippin' Kermit
I know many men hatin', give 'em 50, Curtis
You won't buy it for yourself, don't even think of Birkin
N***as hit me for theyself, my whole team crunchin'
Shit, I've been copin' with this pill, don't even think I'm hurtin'
Cracked a pint and got the chills, think Morty really fucked me
If I was you, I wouldn't last 'cause bein' brokе ain't funny
Hand-to-hands, I move the load beforе I even touch it
Treat it like a close game, know my dog clutchin'
She say, "How you love that drank? It's really disgusting"
[Verse 3: MJPAID]
I won't never give my heart, I know bitches fuckin' (Nope)
You can't conversate with us, this a rich discussion (N***a)
Sittin' on your ass, n***a, take a risk or somethin'
Book me for a show, gotta know my killers comin' (Yep)
On the Interstate, n***a, ain't no interruptions
High as hell, feds on me scorin', that's an and-one
Finish up the site the fuck down if my BIN up
Bounce back bandit, take losses with my chin, n***a
I don't never rap about no shit that I did once
Playin' with my money, now we finna fuck his crib up
Bitch, alright, show me why I shouldn't when I did [?]
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Used to swipe cards, now I swipe your bitch
A n***a Glock'll still rob you for every day and he rich
Paranoid, ready to shoot when I be ridin' with that switch
I heard you beefin' with them killers, you need to find yourself a ditch
Real bodies, I owe the hitman, come and fuckin' with the killers
I know they scared to get up with us, we them one n***as
Tryna hang around with me, boy, I hope you brought your gun with you
I ain't the type of n***a [?] she even know if you don't own a pistol
I'm like Shaq, fuck around and break the rim
You the type of n***a to tell, go to court like, "That was him"
I'm the n***a to call the shots like Pac was in Above the Rim, yeah
[Verse 5: T-Bone]
Just bought a new glizzy, ridin' through the city
Keep it a hundred with me
'Fore I drop fifty
Ridin' 'round with my Glock, boy, I'm with TeeJaee
I'm outside on the opps with this bitch'll make him relay
Scat Pack do two hundred on the freeway