Who the pilot
And my b**h she hit me up while i'm driving
And i swear it's a show not a riot
Uh
I was tripping you was tripping who the pilot
And my b**h hit me up while i'm driving
And i swear it's a show not a riot
And i had a nightmare last night that i wasn't counting up
We had too many h**s in this b**h i had to round 'em up
And i had too many h**s in my face i had to cut 'em off
I been focused on my one on one
And i hope your p**y good as my bank account (what you said)
Ayy b**h can i break you off trunk waving at the mall
H**s on your side of town hate when they ain't involved
Geeked on my brudda pack beat and i'm overcharged (yeah)
Hurt when i'm serving in it spread like the word of god
F**k what a n**a do reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town dope when i'm sliding down
Ghost when i'm sliding down ghost when i'm sliding down
Porsche when i'm sliding down (what you said)
All the h**s with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the d'ussÉ falling out your glass
Oh man i don't want ya in the club
'cause your p**y popping start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And you come with 'bout four five h**s
Down to fight anything straight out the door
Full but i make him eat up yeah yeah yeah (on go)
Drunk but i make him drink up yeah yeah yeah (he gone)
Real i don't wanna sneak up yeah yeah (he gone)
He pop pills but i make him geek up yeah yeah yeah (grrah)
Drunk on a saturday h**s are mad h**s are mad (h**s are mad)
Dirt it go that a way hope it's bad hope it's fast (hope it's bad)
Feel real when you grind (yeah) real when you shine (yeah)
Drunk drunk drunk on a saturday (on the way)
Looking back when you spazz with your curls and your ass out
Bad like the girl from the album with anti
Keep a bag pop a tag go and let it air out
Drop it fast let it spazz go and let your hair down
Shush when i say i get it done when they sneak i see up
Flip a pack and make it burn when it done i link up
Get ahead like you a geek show no face if you discreet
Come and put the drink on me if you wanna link up (what you said)
All the h**s with the shorts in ya ass
And you got the d'ussÉ falling out your glass
Oh man i don't want ya in the club
'cause your p**y popping start fights in the club
Come through in your new rental car
Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star
And you come with 'bout four five h**s
Down to fight anything straight out the door
