Текст песни Pancake - Young Nudy

Pancake

COUPE
Work, perky, okay
Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I'm laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)
Baby want a Birky, slime just want a perky (perky)
I’m in the trap, I’m just working (I'm just working)
Bad ass lil' bitch, she stay flirting (Uh huh)
I can tell she just want to suck me (yeah)
I’m just fuckin', ain’t no lovin'
All I love is fucking money (fucking money)
Baby, I can’t never cuff you
We can kick it, I won’t trust you (I won’t trust you, cap bitch)
You ain’t fucking, get up out the spot, babygirl, I’mma rush you (damn)
And this choppa right here by my side, I got this bitch from Russia (choppa
from Russia)
And we sipping real lean in this spot, it ain’t no Robitussin ('tussin, yeah)
And I know you like a rich nigga, that’s why you wanna fuck me (wanna fuck me)
Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I'm laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)
Counting a hundred right here in her face (yeah)
She never seen this much before, 'til the bitch came in here with the gang
I’m for nigga done changed
You get no money? She telling you lame
You thinking you got it, that bitch really
She like all the ice and the Instagram fame (ice, yeah)
You know how I got it, you know I’m not lame
You know I be ballin', this shit is a game (game)
You know that she get it, 'cause she love my name
Hundreds and fifties, you know that’s my main
Stack 'bout a hundred, I gotta maintain
So many got to my name
I walk in the club, I’m making it rain (I'm making it rain)
Throw a lil' dub, this shit not a thing (this shit not a thing)
That’s a lil' shit I’d put on your brain (pussy)
See them running, nigga, think about that
Brainstorming 'bout some money, nigga, I don’t want to bust some racks
Keeping it real with myself, I’m telling myself, «that was facts» (facts, nigga)
That nigga had played, he whacked (facts, facts)
Splat, pull up in a cat
Whole neighborhood see that I got racks (that I got racks)
Never told on a nigga, not a rat (not a rat)
Do some foul shit my nigga, boy you wack (boy you wack)
All that clown shit, gun you down quick (gun you down quick)
Laughing with the stick (I'm laughing, I did)
Blast a lot of shit, and when I blast, I don’t miss (Uh, uh)
Young rich shooter shit (Young shooter)
Glock, no Ruger, bitch (No Rugers)
Do some shit, can’t come back from that shit, you know I’m with (I'm with it)
Money, go and get (I get it)
Rob him for his brick (his brick)
Got your dog with you, know that it’s a split
Why he acting bitch? (Bitchin')
He ain’t going in the spot with you, so you kept the shit (Fuck 'em)
Fuck that shit, nigga
Fuck 'em, nigga
That’s what I do every time (Pussy nigga)
(Fuck you)