Pinto

[Intro: Boldy James]

Mafia, what else? (Where we at with it?)

227 (Gang)

Let's get it (Uh)

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles (Racks)

Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos (Yeah)

Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes (What else?)

On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows (Yeah)

On the East, twenty-four carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)

All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold (Bricks sold)

In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)

Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Fishbowl)

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

(Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl)

Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl

This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on a lit stove (Work)

Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?" (Huh?)

Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking Flipmode (It's Blocks)

Said he on the 6-4, told him, "Meet me at the Citgo" (Let's get it)

On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills

Bitches know I got the juice (They do), niggas know it's been a drill (Uh-huh)

Niggas whipping Robitussin (What?) mixing it with Benadryl (Yeah)

Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl (Skrrt, skrrt)

Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)

If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up strigadil (Up strap)

'Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (Was already on)

For a little bit of nothin', I could get a nigga spilled (Woah)

'Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes

Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)

Now everybody breaking bad, shook all of that dead weight

Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)

My lil' brother SK gotta fight a Fed case

Whole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Uh)

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles

Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos

Base rentals in the bike lane (Uh), stayed down, I was ten toes (Ayy)

On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows

On the East, twenty-four carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)

All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold

In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)

Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Mr. Mafia, fishbowl)

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Playing with them Icks out in Frisco (San Fran)

Now we up dog shit, I was just on Skid Row

Marching up Baldwin, Kercheval back to Jeffro (Uh)

Two phones slamming, off a Virgin Mobile and a Getro (Where we at?)

Snatching up niggas custies, scale kinda dusty (Trap)

While y'all niggas in the county working for the police like a trustee (Fucking rat)

43 AMG, it's Ali on the MP (Ayy)

Alley-oop, it's only us (Uh-huh), but it's really just me (Blocks)

Skinny nigga, 6'3", dining in at the Whitney (Yeah)

Dream cruising up Woodward, candy paint, '96 MB (Skrrt)

I been in the streets so long, shit, I'm dehydrated and exhausted

On them hot blocks off of Moffat (East), cold water running out the faucet (Yeah)

Finna make it through the bullfrog, shit could take or it could fall

I can press play, I can push pause with that mini-Drac' and that bulldog (Grrah)

Traffic in the tri-state, love a bad bitch with a pie-face

Now them hundreds stuck together like flypape'