Pillow Talk (feat. Baka Not Nice)

I'm in this bitch with Tity Slo and Twitch

Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch

Flash my wrist and hit ya bitch

This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist

And all my VVs flushed, looking like my chain took a piss

Been making movies in the six, got my life looking like it's tiff

And my highlight is I ain't dead, 'cause most my opps done came and went

Can't keep track of what I spent, if she fuck me good I pay the rent

And treat me like a new Benz, sit on my hood and make a dent

Damn, back up in this bitch again, new mink on my pretty skin

Yellow bitch in my yellow Benz

Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense, only shottas, no regular friends

Really popping, bulletproof my Benz

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

I'm too swagged out for cops

Deuce, deuce in my socks

Yeah, these bullets hot

We just sprayed your homie's block

This the fuckin' dot

Only aimin' at your tops

Top up, windows tinted

Two seater, four bitches

It's funny how the fast life make a **** do the speed limit

My brother bought a double R, my dog so blessed, I sneezed in it

If you gotta put keys in it to start it then we ain't in it

Beg yo pardon but I never beg, so big-headed you won't get ahead

You still bragging 'bout ya little toast, that's why you still getting little bread

Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you making less?

If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in ya little dress

If I do it, we did it

If I get it, we get it

If they with me, they some real ****

Since sixteen was seeing six figures

I'm Master P to these ****, got my army, I don't see limits

This year, lifted up my whole fam just like squats, put my knees it

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off

I'm too swagged out for cops

Deuce, deuce in my socks

Yeah, these bullets hot

We just sprayed your homie's block

This the fuckin' dot

Only aimin' at your tops