Pico Corleone Lyrics

I been on the coast posted up with a bad little bitch who don't give a fuck bout type

Smoking on a roach and my brother tell me pass that shit cause all we wanna have a good time

Hoeing all the hoes, hitting toasts, then I crashed my whip, said it's totaled and I told em you lying?

Getting all them posts on my gram, come and hit me up brands, Yeah I'm running my pace, my timing

I'm rapping this shit outta Texas

I'm devoting this song just to flex it

Show up and show out, I'm impressive

I ain't bow to no bitch since last man

I ain't living no puss, in no past tense

Clicking bottles on roofs when I bag that

They can't tell what I do got them fast hands

Got no problem I shoot then I bag tens

But I ain't get in this shit for no pussay

I'm just cooking it up like the new flay

She booking to fuck getting good play

Out spliffing the runts getting cooked aye

Hit and I bounce they get pissed off

I ain't getting no clout from no TikTok

I came from ground still no liftoff

But I'm getting around I won't get off

Mob with the clique hoe

Serve it up then we plotting to dip, foe

Hit and swerve then I pop into drift mode

Smoking Persian ain't popping them pills bro

Ain't stopping I dreamed of a G Wag

Living positive how bout you P that

I don't lurk I just know when I need to act

I Been serving since I was bout three in fact

Hitting burst with my tongue I don't need class

Hit the burst when I pull up, I'm poppin, I'm mobbing in beast mode

They ain't sure of it and then when I'm dropping, they calling me up and they talking bout preesh bro

In the coup and I swerve from the cops they giving it up yeah I'm outta your reach, low

Lit the verse now I'm fixing to drop it, I keep it buck, I don't pack I just preach hoe

Smoking beats in

I'm skinny but I get to feasting

Try but you won't get to beat me

Bye or you boutta get pieced man

I'm the version of me you'll believe in

Roll up I do what I gotta do

Roll up I do what I gotta do

Roll up I do what I gotta do

Roll up I do what I