Countertops

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(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre...)
 I never once wrote a statement (nah)
 Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
 On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
 Make them lil' niggas erase you
 Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
 Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
 P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
 Now I'm in there every day dude
 Granite countertops holdin' the chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
 Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
 Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
 I just sent 'em the location
 Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
 I ain't got time to chase 'em
 Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (it is)
 You can smell the Goyard leather on me (nice)
 In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni (woo)
 Bought a new SIM card and I trap off it (woo)
 Big four ol' winters, back off (back off)
 On the run with your birdy, track hawkin' (skrrt)
 Bathing the apes, Sasquatch
 Middle finger to the sheriff and the marshal
 On the bread puttin' syrup in the bottle
 And the scallop shrimp curled in the pasta
 He was pissed, I had his girl in my roster
 Range Rover autobiography
 I'm out of baggies, put it in a napkin (okay)
 Hit him from the car, he was lacking
 Send him up to God pre-packaged
 Fifty in the glitty, we active
 I never once wrote a statement (nah)
 Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
 On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
 Make them lil' niggas erase you
 Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
 Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
 P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
 Now I'm in there every day dude
 Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
 Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
 Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
 I just sent 'em the location
 Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
 I ain't got time to chase 'em
 Havin' drug cap
 Put the gun on the tire by the hubcap
 Runnin' the streets with some Rugrats
 They said, "Fuck school" and they love rappin'
 Red iron, the streets and the suburbs (skrrt)
 Hit the gas and it scream like a newborn (huh)
 Territory is mine, we can shoot for it (we can)
 You lil' niggas ain't hot, you lukewarm (nah)
 In the club and we pour up some Henny (some Henny)
 She wanted Dior and the Fendi (and the Fendi)
 And I took the stick out the box, what's poppin'? (what's poppin'?)
 I know them boys, they envy
 You hear how it roar, no Hemi (no Hemi)
 Never thought I could 'ford a Bentley
 Now on my shoulder writin' tellin' me bitches
 I'm talkin' them hoes, specifically (them hoes, them hoes)
 I never once wrote a statement (nah)
 Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
 On the real, pourin' up hard drugs (hard, hard)
 Make them lil' niggas erase you
 Don't think you too smart for your own good (what?)
 Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (word)
 P put me on H Lorenzo (okay)
 Now I'm in there every day dude
 Granite countertops holdin' chops (chops), I like to showcase 'em
 Semi-automatic weapons for opps (opps), even tote 'em on probation
 Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (us)
 I just sent 'em the location
 Fuck them pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
 I ain't got time to chase 'em
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
2
Tempo
103 BPM

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