Pillow Talkn – AA2x! Lyrics
.5 get text, I'm Uncle Sam
I'm with hoes who can't do me like jam
Broke-ass bitch and he tryna cop a 'Gram
I'm tryna catch 'em, get slammed like it's lamb (Drrt-drrt-drrt-drrt-drrt, bleh)
New kicks, I'm so fresh, I'm so clean
Stab my paws, run away, Wolverine
Hoodie, get shacked, bubble tea
Bald heads in the mop, Mister Clean
Fuck cars with a spit on the D
Ayy, slatt, all you fake-ass niggas in New Orleans tryna pillow talk behind my back (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
Just to-just to try to fuck on my ex, boy, you's a bitch
Hey, I-I would name drop, but I ain't gon' do all that
You know who the fuck I'm talking to, you feel this, bitch?
I'm talking to you, hey
And I had found me in that fucking backseat (Plugg), you ain't say shit to me
Bitch, all that pillow talking, you's a bitch
I just spent my finger, fuck a switch
H-He get popped again, I seen him twitch
Th-throw up fire, it done burst, it gon' glitch
D-Draco would've flied, the Wicked Witch
I can score, but I'd rather assist
I'll beat the fuck out the ten broken Crips
Left your partner face-first in that ditch
S-She said she want child support, I'm not Roddy Ricch
Seven Os and some shoes make me itch
Niggas get 'round my bitch and get bold
Backseat, I was clutching on pole
I won't hit shots, you better get low
I stand outside the trap like a gnome
K runner, don't want it, she grown
Play with me and you won't make it home
Three shots to a rapper, had he chance
I ain't pray that they spy on my pants
Shoot the ground, make that fuck nigga dance
Give a fuck 'bout them balls, I ain't ran
.5 get text, I'm Uncle Sam
I'm with hoes who can't do me like jam
Broke-ass bitch and he tryna cop a 'Gram
I'm tryna catch 'em, get slammed like it's lamb (Drrt-drrt-drrt-drrt-drrt, bleh)
New kicks, I'm so fresh, I'm so clean
Stab my paws, run away, Wolverine
Hoodie, get shacked, bubble tea
Bald heads in the mop, Mister Clean
Fuck cars with a spit on the D
You ain't high, you sleepy sipping green
She keep posting that, she won't be seen
Why the fuck she keep saying I'm mean?
Stay down, ho, you might get CELINE
Tuck that Drac', got me sagging my jeans
He too tall, got hooked, it's Kareem
On my own, I got preyed on like Sheamus
I went Rickies, get mixed with Supreme
She so bad but got no self-esteem
Why the fuck would I aim? I got beam
Telling secrets and I drop her panties
Niggas hoes, who the fuck gon' be manly?
Break down and don't break rich and steady
I think he tanned his skin like he tanning
Stuffing nuts and much like Sandy
Walking with death, Billy and Mandy (Plugg)
Summer killing some things I ain't handling
I got irked tryna pass my landing
She gon' fuck just because I went lavish
Yeah, I'm tapped in, lil' bitch, I've been having
Hit the lotto, I'm 21 Savage
You in Dallas, I shoot like the Mavericks
He on clips, I got Hall of Fame badges
Hit the pin, that bitch got me dabbing
When I street fight, I just finna slap him
He tried speedrunning, I already lapped him
Niggas staring 'cause I'm at the bank laughing
You keep rolling the dice but you crapping
Knock off his front low, he keep capping
Trigger sensitive, I just gotta tap it
PBFM double zip on my jacket
LGB only got drip, I been slacking
Ah, ah
Wazzam? (Uh)
Ah
Wazzam?
Brr, wazzam? (Brr)
Brr
Niggas cap, try to take off lid
Bad-ass bitch, I pull her wig
You need aim for this hitman gig
I go plan B, I can't have kids
And B, I'm tryna make collagen
Ha, fuck you mean?
Bitch, brrt
