Pour The Wine

[Intro: Pink Siifu]

Uh

Uh, uh

Queue the red carpet, cameras pan, lights

Slow walkin'

She said "there you go, talk yo shit" (talk yo shit)

Yeah baby, y'all need to chill, y'all need to chill

(Y'all need to chill so I can show you) talk my shit

Uh, yuh

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]

They wanna fuck with the God and shalom

But they can't fuck with the green gators

I had to move, switch coasts, follow my fate, take it

I love you but I love me more, that's the fair language

Food for the gang, it's like a banquet

The rent gettin' paid, I'm everybody favorite

This wine costs more than your [?]

Yeah, this wine costs more than your bitch naked

I'm playin', but she basic [?] nigga

Can't push a rope close, nigga

You see us in a car from afar, we thosе niggas

I'm living, chillin' like I've nevеr been

Still grinding, hands don't even spend, they never do

New watches that I've seen got time [?]

I don't drink drive, probably swerve, hit the curb

Remember that shit, remember that shit

Remember that, [?]

'Cuz they off them papers

I just wanna see the whole game save us

It's a [?] nation, it's that time, pour the wine

Pour the wine

[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]

Pour the wine, yeah

Pour the wine

Wine took the pack from my pace

Demons giving chase

Blowin' dope, still face

Countin' up, gain the weight

It’s our world to shape, fuck you niggas tryna say?

Yo, wine took the pack from my pace

Demons give 'em chase

Blowin' dope, still face

Countin' up, gain the weight

It’s our world to shape, facts

[Verse 3: Peso Gordon]

The doors open on the industry

Victory is imminent

It's sweet like some fresh wounds opened on my enemy

The [?] of anointed souls

A hundred rose for the heroes now 'fore they dead and gone

Dipped in my emotional palette and got a yellow tone

Damn she had a hell of a smile on her, made me sing a song

Every time I told her I'm proud of her she would put it on

Never mind, my gray cloud comin', and now the sun is gone

I should've known

It would rain and if you got it out the soil like you claim you would've grown

An artificial plant that can't weather through the lows

Or a nigga that's gon' stand up through whatever, never fold

They legs weak, they ain't done a lot of steppin' and it shows

I'm the man that's finna brandish every weapon on my foes

Only strong in your comfort zone

I'm a ballerina

I don't panic, I be dancin' on my toes

Over glass, over water, over beds of hot coal

Come with cash because the game is to be sold and not told

Do the dash, never crash, swervin', dodging potholes

Lane to lane, trying to find a path that won't drive me insane

I know my gang proud

Already never held my hand out, always held my hand steady

Yeah

[Outro]