PG Mizzle - 4:52 AM (feat. Lil Con & Zeem)
Tired of the glock, I'm ridin' round with a derringer
If I pop a perc and fuck this bitch I won't remember her
Me and bro just served another bitch we finna tennis her
Uncy said to whip the girl up until you stiffen her
Bad lil thick white bitch just sucked my balls her name is Jennifer
Leader of the rules and the bills up in my gang, bitch I'm the senator
Bro hit a black bitch first now it's my turn 'cause I'm the finisher
Have you ever been on the road with the work in the trunk, that shit so sinister
Yea, I'm finna switch it up
Opp bodies dropping like some leaves, is it September, huh
Fucking with this crazy college bitch, I'm finna pitcher her
This life shit it really ain't a bitch, it's how you picture her
Bro got a bitch, I got me a lil bitch too, I'm finna pop her
My niggas in the hood in LA pitching the ball just like a dodger
Nigga play with me, put that cheese on top his head like Aaron Rodgers
Lil Mexican bitch I fuck she call me papi, I'm not her father
Lil Mexican bitch that I fucked said thanks for dick, I'm like denada
Say hi to this lil bitch son every time I fuck but I'm not his papa
Niggas say he coo with the Zoes but he ain't too real and we not his shottas
Brodie popped out with a milli in the bag, lil nigga I ain't talking bout 'Nakis
They say damn lil Zee what language you speak, I say dinero
I'm riding with this golden fuckin' drac, bitch I'm a Pharaoh
In the kitchen whipping up the chicken, call it Harold's
Sending shots straight at the nigga mullet, fade his hair low
I can call my migo, he'll kill you for some guapo
Beef shit don't expire, when you see us duck your taco
Can't ride SRT when I'm in the 'raq 'cause I'm ducking potholes
Say that he yo muscle but we when we seen him he is not swole
FaceTime my bitch in the shower like god damn bae you look so sexy
I just bought a chop and it came from Spain but that bitch still kick like Messi
Plug just called said he picking up sacks but I guess I ain't get that message
Smoke big gas and I catch all smoke, if you mad go and get you a Tesla
I get it jumping all up in this bitch just like the Hardy boys
The shit you smoking on it ain't no loud nigga it's hardly noise
Everybody gangster on the net until them troops deploy
Looking at yo head just like a rim and bitch we hoop for joy
Bro up the glock, put 34 to his back, he feel like Giannis
Damn, got some young boys that'll serve on skates, yea the trap look just like Sonic
Know a bitch she bad, honey skin, she running shit she Pocahontas
Got a brand new chop that hit from long range, that bitch like Dame
Got a brand new Sig that I only shoot step backs with, that bitch like James
Three real deal boss niggas, we coming for yo throne, this ain't the game
Said don't talk crazy to me hoe, I'll shoot a bitch like Tory Lanez
She had went through my phone, seen so many bitches, lil bitch thought I was Flavor Flav
Written by:
Ahmad Louis
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