PINEZ Lyrics

Comma counting trying to check the balance

Give a bitty light thirst

And mama calling on that johnny apple

Finna pick the ripe first

Guap longer than my chain swangin

You can see the light birth

Just toss the llaves, stick it in and twist it

You can hear the pipe burst

Back that whip out

Pines in the cut, smoke roll in the headlights

Pack that stick up

White with the chalk, no coke for the fed lines

Bad lil bih' stuck

Hands on my waist, cause she down for the bed time

Got that sense of ascension

Sound got a stench, loud blessed with extensions

Toss that kick up

Bape with the star, front door 'bout to fly though

Swamp that flick up

Drip in a piece, archives from the bayou

Shot that prick up

Toke till we meet at the gates for the round two

Down on a drought of dimensions

Death in my thoughts, head drowned in the tension

Lace up the ricky on me sky-walking out the lakeside crib

Told him, I'd make it homie

Big guap is what I make, that's it

Pull up the brakes, I drift

Slide to ya place, I hit

Take off, stay calm

I could snip you, knit a cardigan with your life line and the fates i've lived

Base i've flipped

New cover, but the same book and they page turning cuz the face flawless

Raise the paper, new pieces leaking

I don't pay stylists

Adding stones to the two-tone for a new glow

I might break my wrist

Shawty Bi but she a solid ten

That's a straight dime

Make a change then I'll take mine

Gatti whipping with the cape flying

Cabernet sipping, dionysius swinging 'round on a grape vine

Hit a lick, I bet it taste fine

Guap and prada on the waist line

Got the pockets rocking dummy money

Hit the dance floor, now the vision buzzing all night now yeah

Comma counting trying to check the balance

Give a bitty light thirst

And mama calling on that johnny apple

Finna pick the ripe first

Guap longer than my chain swangin

You can see the light birth

Just toss the llaves, stick it in and twist it

You can hear the pipe burst

Back that whip out

Pines in the cut, smoke roll in the headlights

Pack that stick up

White with the chalk, no coke for the fed lines

Bad lil bih' stuck

Hands on my waist, cause she down for the bed time

Got that sense of ascension

Sound got a stench, loud blessed with extensions

Toss that kick up

Bape with the star, front door 'bout to fly though

Swamp that flick up

Drip in a piece, archives from the bayou

Shot that prick up

Toke till we meet at the gates for the round two

Down on a drought of dimensions

Death in my thoughts, head drowned in the tension