Pink Monty Lyrics

Walk in the crib with FN's, and AR's, Pink Monty be the mix

You know these niggas always jeffin', they ain't never took a trip

Can peep a snake from down the way, can see that nigga thru the tint

Tell me how is you a trapper? You ain't never moved a brick

Steady talking bout' the road, but you can't even up a strip

I'm convinced you not a trapper, I can't even catch a scent

You don't even own a scale so niggas really serving hit

Catch you thru that backdoor, you know you gotta build suspense

Junkies lining by the door, I know they chasing for a hit

All these quote on quote killers, you ain't never took a hit

Walk downs and alley oops, you never had to pull a skit

Caught him sleeping with a bitch, guess he was thinking with his dick

I'm with a redbone bitch, she Five-Six, and tote sticks

She be playing with her nose the way that bitch be eating dick

Yeah it's ironic he be giving passes, but don't get assists

I should've bet the under over, other words you just a bitch

Really pressure on the go, can really put you on the floor

So what I'm saying is, I call it in and you gone touch the floor

An overload, he ain't a CPU, but froze up, get him gone

Pink runts and lava cake, we really having all the loads

Don't give a fuck about a gun, don't get tapped I know the lo

Can have some sweepers hit the street and clean that whole block you on

I saw a nigga black and white, that nigga knowing that he told

But still be talking like a gangsta, it be crazy how it go

I know the rules, the streets ain't got a code, I never heard a nigga win

And beat the streets you meet the feds or you a ghost

You gotta play the hand that's dealt, you backstab

Yeah you a hoe, can send a nigga down south and I ain't put him on a boat

I heard he dropped like 6 feet, them niggas still making tweets

He got left on the East, I guess he thought that shit was sweet

Niggas lame, heard you dropped a chain, but got nowhere to sleep

Put a price on yo head and make it hard for you to sleep

Collecting all the debt, if you ain't got it talk is cheap

You ain't never took a risk, so you don't understand the feat

They put that nigga down like he ate too many treats

You tricked off on that bitch, niggas mad it wasn't me

Them niggas down bad, they can't even pay the lease

I dare a nigga try to play, I'll be the last one you see

These niggas looking lost like they ain't got nowhere to be

I see that run slowed down and niggas begging for some cheese

So once you pick a side you gotta know it's hunting season

Get yo bitch off my line she keep sending me her cleavage

I can't make the rules, I just follow for a reason, you an Instagram thug

But you be purping like a demon, bitch I know the real

I wish yo moms ate the semen, I see em out in person

They gone tuck it, Willie Beamen