PTA ft. Mour Banz Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, man, look, look, look

T-O-K BIG 2-2-3, know what I'm saying. I got my partna with me

Ayy, yeah, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, Listen

Who that let them bitches in

Yeah I'm just gone spin again

You tryna cuff that hoe, she on my dick

She just gone lick again

She apple jacked my cinnamon

She on my stick like cinna mon

Whole team glazed her ass

We gone call her Cinna BUNZ

Then send her back to

You said you a killer, bro I'm laughing

Almost choked on my water

That was cute like a pageant

I swing my stick slow motion like bullet time

What's happening

You can't talk right now, lil baby

It's money time, what cabinet

You ain't really built like that, light bright

You just showing out

Come say that to my face, might break your jaw

This gun will wear you out

Since you wanna be a bitch

You choose a date

My boys will take you out

Yeah, HOLD UP!

We some damn gentlemen, ain't it

She said she never, ever been fucked by a gentleman

I took her ass and worked her out

She never hittin the gym again

I load that clip and load that clip and load that clip

Won't miss again

I'll send you to them pearly gates

When you knock they just won't let you in

Cause they know I got them demons with me

I'm coming, bringing hell again

I'm bringing all the fucking smoke

Cuz y'all just inhaling it

My ex said she tired of this shit

She just can't handle it

That don't bother me, luh baby

I'll just move on for the hell of it

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,

Say that shit

Lil bruh bring that bread before you

Lose your whole biscuit

This syrup make her pancakes look fat

This shit some bisquick

If you thinking about taking something from me

you better move quick

If you think shit's sweet, better think again

Hit up that car that you sitting in

Big boss, fuck a middle man

I call shots send my shooter in

You got a good head, better use it then

I promise you don't wanna lose it, man

I promise this shit not a movie, man

If you cause a scene, we gon' shoot it then

Know some niggas that steppin' for real

You play with them more than we out in the field

We speak on no laws

I'm working at will (wheel)

I'm bouncing thru traffic to sharpen my skills

You know we torching shit for real

Yeah

And this is not no fire drill

I make them stop drop and roll

Bruh just came in with them LO's

I just hit the block like Shaquille, nigga

And I got off them hoes

Now you kneel, nigga

You can't lie, this shit fire

That shit smoking for real, nigga

KD for the 30

Tell them boys gone get a deal, nigga

Bitch, get with you

I don't even know why I deal with her

Blowing up my phone, asking me why I don't chill with her

Cropped her out

It's only me and money in this big picture

Water on me, big dripper

Stars hit like the big dipper

On my mama, nigga

All that goofy shit for the bird, nigga

Keep blowing up my phone, getting on my nerves, nigga

Yeah

And I'm still outside with Big 223

Yeah

You put it on me, and you gon D.I.E

Yeah