PIN UPS Lyrics

Damn twin, (What the fuck?) so geeked tonight I can't even focus

Go to B-O-A and to Pin Ups just to spend some tokens

I had seen some shit, but I still ain't never spoken

Fake religious, flaw and cap (So you the Pope and?)

Metal detector goin' crazy, they trynna' be on my ass

It's 4:05 twin, I'm trynna' spend that dog shit and get out fast

Think I left my lighter while I was smokin' earlier on the dash

No seats in that bitch told the bottle girl and let's go choose another path

Ha bitch

This that new flavored mix

Cone built (Buah!)

Damn near with them holes you'll need a new knit

To be on this type of mission, you just got to be a little fit

Shawty ass so fat, love the all black and the way it sit

Sky makin' that ass clap and she holdin' her knees

She see my face and smile

(Where you been?)

And she lovin' my steez

My niggas some Spartans leave a hole in you 'bout 300 some degrees

Then I started lettin' it rain on that ass like it's fall with the leaves

Peer pressure him into testin' one of my lil' homie OG

I was mindin' my business looked over and a ugly stripper chose me

Nah you can't use my lighter I ain't nothin' close to user friendly

I know when we did that mission shawty had said damn those damn thieves

Saturday night move, after that we slidin' to Pin Ups

Lil' old Mexican ass bitch, work there and now she got her chin tucked

One time the security guard just doin' his job then he got trucked

Then another time some folks was just chillin' and then they got they ass plucked

Nah shawty I'm cool on the drinks, this keep me a stable mind

I do like the way you look at me, then way it look from behind

A hoe earlier said get her IG instead of that number I declined

Damn I'm only 24, I really am startin' to enter my prime

How you gon' come from my dog to me, bitch have some class

I'd appreciate it for real brodie, get that turnover I don't want the pass

Know a bitch in South Fulton, hispanic her name Jass

Flame that boy shit, hot as hell check the fuckin' weather forecast

This one bitch name "El", we gon' call her a liar

Had her BD stalkin' my page, I'm Johnny Storm I'll put you on fire

I'm finna' go to work on this bitch, somebody come hand me some pliers

She loud as hell in this hoe, hit that spot soundin' like a church choir

Commentin' on these rap niggas, man yo' ass is a fool

Pick shawty off the bed then I jammed her like its cruel

(Got enough gas?)

(Nigga hell na!)

This a mission I need more fuel

None of these bitches be it for real, they not a gem or a jewel

Stop givin' me your number if you gon' text for only about a week

You want me to tell you my name bitch if I don't you gon' tweak

I don't know how that nigga LBJ do that shit that nigga still at his peak

Jammin' this hoe or poppin' a fool, pay attention to my technique