PMO $howtime & RichieFloss - Guess Who

Vroom hop out the coupe, guess who
Stay with some hunnids I keep me a few
Don't try to run up, I stay with a Pew
Yea, don't try to run up I stay with tool
I'm the type of nigga to pull up with three poles
Boy I just couldn't choose
I'm the type of nigga to have three hoes pull up
I just couldn't choose
I ain't the type of nigga to keep my pole in the trunk
Bitch I'm ready to shoot
Don't gotta say what you ready to do
Dive in that pussy I'm ready to scub
I need me another round with you
Don't gotta tell me you ready for two
She tryna go on a few
Yeah, uh okay, okay come on
I'm not tryna vibe with you lil bae
I'm just tryna find the loot lil bae
She want me to buy her lil Gucci bag
I'm tryna see how that coochie taste
And come put it up in my face
PMO comin with his own wave
Richie be comin with his own flave
We don't do shit less we getting paid (Cash)
Yeah, I'm tryna drop the top
So I see the stars in the Wraith
Yeah, I had to cut a bitch off
cause she wouldn't give me a break
I'm the type of nigga to pull up with trees
Then I go empty the bank
I'm the type of nigga to look at your hoe
Then I be makin' her fame
You the type of nigga to cuff the bitch
And buy a drink
If you ain't makin' a team
Then, baby, you get replaced
I put them diamonds on them fans
Guess who
You know I'm talkin' to all them niggas I hated
It's you
Slam my belt to the music
And I do
Pull up my stick and it's just goin' pew
Blessin' the beat, nigga, just like a true
When I step in this bitch, I be shakin' the room
Yeah
Everything that I rock, you know it's brand new
How many you got? Man, I got a few
When you hear the knob, I tell him, guess who
Uh
She blowin' my dick just like it's a fuse
I don't want that cap because it be used
If I'm in that thing, it might be abused
Room
I'm in that bitch, I skirt off
Make it impossible
If you niggas thinkin' that you really better than us
That ain't impossible
Designer, I got closet full
We killin' any obstacle
By the way, she give me brain, she philosophical
Don't get it confused
I'm in the club and I pick you with hoes
And you know a nigga gon' choose
I drop a band on my shoes
Brand new Christian loops
Had to go get it to match some earrings
These are not no truth
Vroom hop out the coupe, guess who
Stay with some hunnids I keep me a few
Don't try to run up, I stay with a Pew
Yea, don't try to run up I stay with tool
I'm the type of nigga to pull up with three poles
Boy I just couldn't choose
I'm the type of nigga to have three hoes pull up
I just couldn't choose
I ain't the type of nigga to keep my pole in the trunk
Bitch I'm ready to shoot
Don't gotta say what you ready to do
Dive in that pussy I'm ready to scub
I need me another round with you
Don't gotta tell me you ready for two

Written by:
Emmanuel Tekeawe, Quinton Lewis

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