PYREX - Intellectual

[Intro]

(We love you, Pyrex)

Nigga

[Verse 1]

Yo' bitch gon' do what I say, like I'm Simon

You can tell by the rollie I'm on perfect timin'

When I hop in the foreign, it look like it's flyin'

I can hear your heartbeat and I know that you lyin'

I'ma whip out the powder, the white nose, Pyrex

The shoes on my whip, forgiatos, five racks

I just put on a Patek, you put on a timex, nigga

You talkin' high, you get hit with the burner

I get to the money so fuck what you heard

If a nigga want drama, a nigga get murdered

[Chorus]

Ayy, let's go

Real rich nigga, I got me a bag, nigga

Fuck what you talkin', we get you a flag

Pricе on his head and his body get dragged

I bе walkin' with .30's, don't run out of mags

How the fuck did we get all these riches from rags?

Real trap shit, bitch, I do what you don't

Got ahold on my choppa, be singin' them notes

I'm the hood president and I don't need no votes

All these diamonds so cold we gon' need us some coats

[Verse 2]

Pull out the pounds of the porcelain

Paper get stacked 'til it reaches the ceiling

I still talkin' 'bout racks and I need me a milly

If I quit all the rappin', it's back to the dealin'

I'll just be mindin' my business

These niggas is out here plottin' and mad

Think 'bout the shit that, you niggas are sad

Nigga, hop out your feelings and run up a bag

Ayy, nigga you broke and you act like you stuntin'

We stay with the .30, you know how we comin'

We was kickin' the fiends out the trap, like we puntin'

Police is watchin' so we had to slow down

But I know the opps plottin' so we gettin' more rounds

And we always be workin', my niggas don't go lounge

It was just a lil' thot, no, you can't have my baby

Yes, I'm a lion, you can't ever tame me

Came with a Glock, you not finna taze me

We goin' up like we came from the 80's

Trap house on fire, the fiends goin' crazy, woah

You just a fake, boy, you act what you isn't

You kill all the fake, I'ma sign the petition

It's been N.M.O.B., I need money, no bitches

If I stop all this rappin', go back to the kitchen

Ayy, time, put my wrist in

Ayy, mom, I'm on big shit

Got time, I need business