Pour A Pint ft. KevBanga & TwentyFour Lyrics

I really need this fuckin' rap pape, that's what I'm rhymin' for

Niggas out here strapped, but they ain't shootin' you dying, lil' bro

Walk in the bodega and they think I'm finna rob the store

Got this real cute, thick bitch, she finna line the ho

Shit, I know her real name, but I call her Alana, though

Hop in the booth and spit my life, I ain't lyin, lil' bro

You ain't got no baby bottles on you, I'm eyein' a foe

Wake up, pour a pint, got the Glock, we don't fight

You be thinkin' you're the man, your bitch back to stay the night

I could walk up in Dior and grab anything I like

Love no thotties like I'm Sosa, it's the 10-speed not a Rover

Niggas snakes, niggas cobras, stay with green like I'm Yoda

I'm sittin' presidential in my section gettin' faded

With your bitch, I'm gettin' jaded, off a joint, I'm smokin' loud, I feel sedated

But that bitch, I never dated, hit it once and I evaded

Fuck a sorry, you can save it, leave your teeth up on the pavement

Up them blickers and them yappas, yeah, we bussin' at the party

Fuck the goose, I'm gettin' loose, I'm drinkin' Henny or Bacardi

Bitches bussin' off the molly and they turned up off the Scotty

Way I shit up on the verse, you probably think I left the potty

Bitch, I'm smokin' on gelatti, crash the Benz up out the Lottie

Fuck a truce, I drive a Deuce and get it lit, it be my hobby