Pillz Lyrics

Brrr

Woah

Brrr

Yea

Raincoat on my head bitch gotta stay dry

And we in the D lil hoe, please do not damn try

Nigga get cooked like Five guys, we in the H with my vatas

My niggas they got them mob ties

My niggas do not play short uh

Because I'm a real one

Don't hit my phone lil hoe unless you got pills uh

And do not stalk my page lil hoe unless you trying to feel some

You can get caught with the rain, dumbass hoe you gone feel some

Feel like we just gone trap up today, nigga and empty the clip uh

Louboutin's no red bottoms, hit up your hoe what's the damn problem

Link with your bitch she can not get up off me

The Glock with the switch hoe fast like Maserati

Swerve in the ditch hoe don't play about it

And she want that big offer

I told that hoe roll that fucking blunt and smoke that shit up out here

Gets the smoke couldn't test it, I learned all my lessons, Get hit with the Wesson, This came to a dead end

And we stalking that hoe like pepton

Lil bitch give me all my medicine

Lil ricks on my feet I'm stepping

I told em to sick bitch stop messing

My flows so sick bitch you get messy

In the D kicking shit nigga like I'm Messi

We on the island nigga with the PJ

Count up some racks lil boy in my PJ's

You was the one begging that hoe to damn stay

But shit I don't blame you nigga she a baddie

But we just stay trapping the matches

Lil hoe poking shit like a cactus

Lil Hoe on my dick and she lighting shit up just like a motherfucking match

Let's get some Prada some matching

Two shoes nigga look at my fashion

Like oooo' look what I'm stashing

And that nigga be cappin'

I ain't wanna put a cap in his head but bitch you is zappin

Oh Woah