Pillow Talker Lyrics

Never Fold the gang

Never Fold the mob

I'm tired of fuck niggas playing with me…

Like..

Like I'm pussy

Damn

What?

Damn

Pussy was talking that fuck

Damn, what?

Pussy was talking that gangster shit but he ain't get back for that nigga

This ain't no diss, he ain't my opp, this just me saying Ion fuck with em

Say he was posted at the club with the dude who killed ya mans

Sat in that section ain't say nan

Pussy ain't even shake a leg

He could never be my homie

They kill brodie Imma sin

Hopping in that stoley we gon' wrap the whip and swap the vin

He a bitch he claim the jects but he was raised in Wellington

Oh yes he is

That boy a suburbs kid

He ain standing on 10

He a good looking guy but his aura is whack

Coke head somebody give him some jack

Dope head somebody serve him some crack

Once I feel tried it's a wrap after that

Im a snake, I done told you, stab you in the back

Watch you bleed while I tell you breathe and relax

Just take it easy, no need to react

Imma fry up the fish while you sit in the casket

Niggas be thug on the net til' he see me in public now he ain't got none to say

He tryna small talk, boy take a long walk, off of a short pier

Nigga you lame

I hang with killers and dealers

Only the realest, thats how I know that he fake

He claiming he got the shooters

And shit I believe him cause that nigga momma a jake

He always got some to say bout a nigga

He sit round and gossip, He gotta be gay

Don't get mad that I'm taking this shit to the music

This shit ain't from me it's what everybody say

Beating the odds While you beating your broad

Run up on me imma send you to god

Walking the bitch, like I'm walking my dog

I could tell that he gay by the way that he walk

HAHAHAHAHAH

Bow!