Pillow Talk (Pillsbury Doughboy)

[Intro]

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tahj Money

[Chorus: Polo G]

Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker

A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters

Was posted tryna run it up before the feds take us

I'm with some niggas who demonic, they some Hellraiser's

Roll with some rockstars, they love choppers, they some dread shakers

He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators

I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser

It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up likе Craig Sager

[Verse 1: Polo G]

Picked up some drip from ovеrseas for my designer fetish

From robberies to shoppin' sprees, we was young and desperate

I'd rather get it off the block than work a nine-to-seven

I'm chasin' cake until it kill me like I'm diabetic

These hot shells like a voice mail, they leave a message

But that won't get bro out the ground, I had to accept it

Wish I could talk to all my dawgs like send a sign from Heaven

Future Hall of Fame, then he the GOAT, yeah, he gon' die a legend

Lavish lifestyle, make sure I hit the baddest broads

If he don't practice what he preachin', then his ass a fraud

Back against the wall like, "Fuck the world" and all I had was God

Come from the struggle, bitch, we had it hard, uh

[Chorus: Polo G]

Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker

A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters

Was posted tryna run it up before the feds take us

I'm with some niggas who demonic, they some Hellraiser's

Roll with some rockstars, they love choppers, they some dread shakers

He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators

I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser

It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up like Craig Sager

[Verse 2: Scorey]

Straight of off coolers, but them Rugers left them soldiers killed

Now I'm in Calabasas, smokin', spinnin' Rover wheels

They took his mans and now he heartless, how he 'posed to feel

Slide on the street, we seven deep, we tryna overkill

I was in them streets, I kept my heat like how that toaster feel

I can't tell my demons, "Keep the peace," because they 'posed to kill

Late night, Call of Duty, it get spooky, we was bangin'

Please don't speak on Zuly, with that toolie he was dangerous

We was fuckin' bitches in my room, yeah, that was gang shit

Now we stuffin' hollows in that Uzi, tryna change shit

Twisy re-arrange shit, hit 'em, leave 'em brainless

He gon' let it bark, don't give a fuck about surveillance

[Chorus: Polo G]

Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker

A lot of dead presidents, a couple dead haters

Was posted tryna run it up before the feds take us

I'm with some niggas who demonic, they some Hellraiser's

Roll with some rockstars, they love choppers, they some dread shakers

He pillow talk, then he might gossip to interrogators

I just copped the brand-new .40 with the red laser

It's gon' get ugly when I'm suitin' up like Craig Sager