Pointers ft. STUNDACEO & LA5ZO Lyrics

You tryna run up that ticket i give you some pointers

Hitting that ARP it fuck up my joints

MoneyKount Music cant beat us or join us

I'd Bet on me in a motherfucking coin flip

Bitch blowing up my phone so annoying

I wouldnt even fuck that bitch too pointless

We make bands in the trap exploit shyt

Your mans got hit with a seven point six

Your man got hit with a drac

A thousand sum dollars a day

I can teach how run up some cake

I can show you the way

I just made Twenty today

I got young niggas geeked to go hit

This nigga Fifteen tryna catch his vic

Caught a body with his brothers glick

He did a move hopped off the ripstick

I just kalt my aunt

She said she need that shyt

I got off the phone with lil ronnie

He said he need him a glick

My black bitch take oxy

My white bitch take fent

I'm Tired of walking with this nine on me

I need me a four fifth

I need me a fucking four five nigga

This a home invasion kick your door down nigga

Drive the yota aint never broke down in it

I'm with a fat bitch with a big pussy put a whole pound in it

Told the bitch dont even say nun

I'm taxing these niggas and I aint never paid nun

Real trap nigga dont know what a paystub

Big ass gun in the truck shyt look like a ray gun

I aint gonna stop till im famous

The way that im having you would had thought that I made it

Big ass dreads you would had thought I was haitian

All the Z in the air you would had thought i jamaican

Trick bag nigga thought she was feeling him

Whole time she on a plot to get rid of him

I'm geeked up nigga trippin on ritalin

Ima Go get it Ima suit up and get at him

You tryna run up that ticket i give you some pointers

Hitting that ARP it fuck up my joints

MoneyKount Music cant beat us or join us

I'd Bet on me in a motherfucking coin flip

Bitch blowing up my phone so annoying

I wouldnt even fuck that bitch too pointless

We make bands in the trap exploit shyt

Your mans got hit with a seven point six