Pi'erre ft. Anomaly Bates Lyrics

This my exotic, I'm not 'bouta share

You better keep yo pocket watchin' broke ass over there

Pullin' up, big body Tonka zoomin' everywhere

You oughta take a seat, you better grab that fuckin' chair

Born to win, bitch, I feel like I'm Pi'erre

If you fuck wit' me, I'll make yo life unfair

You be lackin' way yo shortie stop n stare

Ima woo yo bitch wit' all my drip on like Ric Flair

What's the time, Ion know, n Ion care

Keep a Choppa on me, ammo never scarce

Stop the time, bullets frozen in the air

I'm not Lonely, they still callin' me fashion killa, leave 'em scared

Glowin' up, I'm shinin' brighter than a flare

Ice all on me, almost feelin' like we in the Arctic up in here

Keep my circle small so I could keep away the squares

Thought I pulled up totin' fifty, Glock wit' a hunnid, came wit' tiddies

I said it

One, two, three four five

Six, seven, eight nine times

Came wit' beef, call up five guys

Gon' get hit, get a black eye

I don't miss, I'm hittin' both eyes

I came wit' some killas, they be posted up on my side

You thought we was cruisin', better buckle up for a wild ride

All this Ritalin made me up n crash the whip, you gon' die

This my exotic, I'm not 'bouta share

You better keep yo pocket watchin' broke ass over there

Pullin' up, big body Tonka zoomin' everywhere

You oughta take a seat, you better grab that fuckin' chair

Born to win, bitch, I feel like I'm Pi'erre

If you fuck wit' me, I'll make yo life unfair

You be lackin' way yo shortie stop n stare

Ima woo yo bitch wit' all my drip on like Ric Flair

Baby, I'm a Beast Boy

Life got me sick, so I'm sippin' on this Theraflu

This the type of shit that terror do

Do you know a terrorist

Goin' on a rampage

Feelin' like a terrorist

This ain't Hip-Hop

You ain't pop enough, you ain't stoppin' us, you ain't toppin' us

Hella tough in your songs, so what

This life ain't for you

We don't see eye-to-eye

You be on your PS4, I be on my Xbox

Just learn how to block, and stop takin' damage

Stock-X, how I'm steppin' on you n****s, how can you manage?

I ain't got space for all your baggage

You paint a picture, but you dont know what the price is

I be playin' games, and you take it all literally

Fuck around and find out, I'll crush you just like Lil B

You're lil bro, not my opp

So trust me when I say, I ain't got no fuckin' energy

I am what you pretend to be

This is your career, and this is my hobby

I do this on the weekend, you still can't stop me

Runnin' outa time, while you're off the damn perkies

Lookin' like Cosby

'Til I kick you out the hotel, kick you out the lobby for bein' damn nosey

Yo bitch call me up, codename "Mr. Moseby"