Pints N Da Back lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This beat sound good, ooh
I like this
Six7 on the beat

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy
It's pints in the back so we gotta drive safe
I used to be broke, got hundred dollar plates
What you want, the Glock or the racks in your face?
You ain't got no money, boy stay in your place
A f*ck n*gga playin', get hit like a dab
The pints from the Migos, I gotta dab
I was in Houston gettin' head in a slab
And we got bombs like an Arab
Pull up with drums, we shootin' out loud
This chain come loose, I'm shootin through the crowd
She can't answer the phone, she got di*k in her mouth
These n*ggas be tryna snake, they fake
Get smoked in the mornin', that's wake and bake
Servin' the edibles, dope in the cake
Bust down a P 'til it turn into shake
Oh you a killer n*gga, say who you shot
Come to your spot and take all that you got
Grrr, baow a body gon' drop
Yeah, I got the streets on lock
Your partner say you the weakest link
Get your ass washed like some hands in the sink
Neiman Marcus, I spent five on mink
My shooter gon' off you, I just gotta wink
She do what I say, she'll jump off a cliff
I might f*ck your mama, got love for the MILF's
If you try to rob, you get spoiled like milk
I'm pourin' up oil, I'm slower than a b*tch
I just got a touchdown, scored on six
Friendly ass n*gga say hey to the stick
Break that on his head, he gon take a sh*t
You savin' that sh*t, I spent that on a fit
I'm in the trap and you know that it roll
Servin them bows, ain't sh*t for low
You ain't no killer, lord knows
I danced with the devil, just poured him a four
f*ck on that b*tch, tell her call her a ride
Hell naw, we ain't Bonnie and Clyde
You know you gon' snitch if we go do a crime
You gon' be in that courtroom b*tchin' and cryin'
How he a shooter and he ain't hit me?
I got the XD, no Disney
You ain't got no gun, you ain't been in no beef
You been in the house, you ain't been in no streets
I called up the plug, let's give his ass some counterfeits
Outside all day, b*tch I feel like an African (I'm hot)
She wanna f*ck 'cause she know I got rack-a-thans
Choppers came on a boat from Pakistan
Get money, f*ck b*tches, boy you know that's the motto
Can't beat me, snatchin' sh*t, b*tch I ain't pablo
I f*cked his sister, he ain't know like Rocko
Senorita, she gon' eat me like tacos
My lil n*gga with me will take your spirit
Broke ass n*gga still flyin on Spirit
Got shot in his face 'cause he kept actin' weird
Get your lil punk ass up outta here, yeah

[Outro]
Haha, b*tch ass n*gga
Six Seven on the beat n*gga
Get your ass beat n*gga
Haha, yeah
n*ggas know we havin' all that sh*t
We sippin' the good sh*t and givin' you n*ggas Karo, on God
Haha, you know how we comin', gang sh*t