Past Pershing lyrics

[Intro]
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man)

[Verse 1: T-Bone]
In a foreign car swervin', ridin' past Persian
In the mall splurgin'
He just stopped me for a picture, I don't know this person
Love my lil' b*tch Rihanna 'cause she stay workin'
Slapped the shh on my Glock, now that b*tch j*rkin'
Thick b*tch twerkin', your pockets hurtin'
[?] pus*y out, grabbed my di*k, told me, "Insert it"
Draco got an opp n*gga twistin', turnin'

[Verse 2: Fordio]
My pop pink as Mrs. Piggy, n*ggas sippin' Kermit
I know many men hatin', give 'em 50, Curtis
You won't buy it for yourself, don't even think of Birkin
n*ggas hit me for theyself, my whole team crunchin'
sh*t, I've been copin' with this pill, don't even think I'm hurtin'
Cracked a pint and got the chills, think Morty really f*cked me
If I was you, I wouldn't last 'cause bein' brokе ain't funny
Hand-to-hands, I move the load beforе I even touch it
Treat it like a close game, know my dog clutchin'
She say, "How you love that drank? It's really disgusting"

[Verse 3: MJPAID]
I won't never give my heart, I know b*tches f*ckin' (Nope)
You can't conversate with us, this a rich discussion (n*gga)
Sittin' on your ass, n*gga, take a risk or somethin'
Book me for a show, gotta know my killers comin' (Yep)
On the Interstate, n*gga, ain't no interruptions
High as hell, feds on me scorin', that's an and-one
Finish up the site the f*ck down if my BIN up
Bounce back bandit, take losses with my chin, n*gga
I don't never rap about no sh*t that I did once
Playin' with my money, now we finna f*ck his crib up
b*tch, alright, show me why I shouldn't when I did [?]
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Used to swipe cards, now I swipe your b*tch
A n*gga Glock'll still rob you for every day and he rich
Paranoid, ready to shoot when I be ridin' with that switch
I heard you beefin' with them killers, you need to find yourself a ditch
Real bodies, I owe the hitman, come and f*ckin' with the killers
I know they scared to get up with us, we them one n*ggas
Tryna hang around with me, boy, I hope you brought your gun with you
I ain't the type of n*gga [?] she even know if you don't own a pistol
I'm like Shaq, f*ck around and break the rim
You the type of n*gga to tell, go to court like, "That was him"
I'm the n*gga to call the shots like Pac was in Above the Rim, yeah

[Verse 5: T-Bone]
Just bought a new glizzy, ridin' through the city
Keep it a hundred with me
'Fore I drop fifty
Ridin' 'round with my Glock, boy, I'm with TeeJaee
I'm outside on the opps with this b*tch'll make him relay
Scat Pack do two hundred on the freeway