Pista Lyrics

In that drop top getting loaded, they wantin, big 6 run for POTUS

I'm ridin' round town in that rari, that take off like Lotus

They lookin' for me and my flotus

Real exotic, it came out from Cuba

I'm Smokin' on you cannot smoke this

Smoke exotic, don't come out the pocket

You reach for my chain, hear a rocket

Remember, carrying round my lil wallet

Now hunnids and fifties, I stock it

Remember six, he ain't have him a loan

Got this shit from the bottom, like Stockton

And I still remember them days when she played with the kid

Now she drop it and pop it

Nigga, we got a hundred round drum hangin' off of this bitch

If it's poppin', it's poppin

I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me

Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches

Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace

Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati

Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace

I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches

The 458 with the trunk in the,

You cannot rent this

Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no

Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally

Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch

Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler

Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django

Had them lookin' like Django

Out in MX, I'm lookin' for queso

My Mexican bitch wanna fuck me for pesos

She givin' me beza, garganta, and pelo

Huh, we got more guns than the niggas off Halo

You play with the CO, you get hit wit a halo

Who did that I told my niggas to lay low

Don't get hit for a brick

Don't get hit for some yayo

Finger fuckin' the trigger while drippin' margiela

We got more Holo's than set of Coachella

I knew she was slimin' me out and I let her

She play with the 6, she get hit wit Beretta

VPN, CPN got me changing the tether

It's rainin' blue hundreds, I'm changin' the weather

Huh, Shelby GT on the side of the door when I swang out the Mustang

Tryna figure out if I go richard mille plain for the wrist or the Cartier Bust thang

My side bitch, a eater, keep givin' me seizures

She keep on just doin' the one thing

She eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it, eatin' it

Look like a mukbang

I'm smokin' biscotti otti, in the back of the sane like you better top me

Remember six, used to pull up in new huaraches

Now it's Louis V. Virgil, don't do versace

Never sellin' my soul to Illuminati

Been that boy since a kid, like the liberace

I'm the first one to back out the rari, come ridin' through the trenches

The 458 with the trunk in the,

You cannot rent this

Stackin' these racks like it's Tetris, no

Stackin' these racks like it's jenga, I literally

Walk on the beat with no anger I flew my lil' bitch

Out the hood to Topanga, my youngins come strike a V8 in the wrangler

Free My bros out them cuffs, had them lookin' like Django

Had them lookin' like Django