Pink

Pink, nigga (Uh, yeah) Slide in a new Fendi mink (Got a dog in my hand, nigga) Got a lil' bitch in pink (Fuck wrong with you, halmes?) AR make him shrink (Big plug, nigga) Hold up, I'm walking in pink right now, look It's all about the mula in my eyes Maggiano's, I used to eat Popeyes I'm so high, if I jump, I can skydive My lil' bih' want to stay in them high-rises State attorney, I be in on my sides Came a long way from working the spare tires I'm Margiela moonwalking, my pants high I still get the work from a Hispanic guy Plug named Stewie, but he not a family guy He say he from the hood, he from Brandywine Give the bop up, don't pull down your panty line How he hating but he still a fan of mine? Went to jail when I first seen my granny cry I'ma creep like a fox, ain't no channel 5 Bet I stay in the field like a dandelion Was locked up but I still had to beat the block Foreign cars, we don't slide in no Equinox I'm outside and I still do not see the opps I just might overdose like I'm Speaker Knockerz Got a big clip extension, no baby Glock Boujee gun, bitches greener than baby bop Was in school selling tres and them tater tots 5.56's go through his Mercedes top Out the U-U I aim at your Mustang You my target like I'm at a gun range I was just 'bout to hit, but her son came Ain't no school, why you niggas on Funbrain? I strongarm the plug like I'm on steroids Feel me knock, let me in, Uncle Elroy Brr, beep, beep, that's the scale noise Big revolver in my hand, look like Hellboy "Hold up, Xan, what did you go to jail for?" Niggas snitching that I took an L for Keep a stick, I ain't playing no P4 You ain't trapping, so what you got weed for? Got two pints for the low, I'm out B-More If it ain't 'bout the money, then keep going Missy Elliott, chopper you freak on Call my chopper R. Kelly, it's peed on Yeah, I made this song, I got pink on I made this song 'cause I got pink on I got pink, uh, uh What you say? Fuck, I messed up, halmes