Ps Qs 2 by ALLBLACK Lyrics
[Intro]
Shoutout Martin
Aye Sky, Sky thank you for fucking with me
Wanna hear some crazy ass shit?
[Verse]
Pass the plate around the room like a dirty preacher (Shut up, Martin)
Got two bitches on they knees sayin' who go deeper?
Got the hiking bag from target, just to toe sweep her
I got money on my mind I'ma big thinker
Racin' dawn down the strip, carryin' the speakers
Passed up 200k this year, 'cause Ion't do features
Left the club, walked to the car, I forgot the reason
Oh, I remember, came back 'cause I forgot the heater
Put her head under the covers, then let out a stinker
Bitches love my dirty draws, and all my flaws
I'm a dog, these bitches know to put cash in my paws
Niggas I used to take care of, I had to cut 'em off
Used to put dick in her mouth, now we don't speak at all
Short, skinny, buff midget, or Yao Ming tall?
Run up on my bitchass, you gon' get monkey mauled
A lot of shit I love, but two things I can't stand
A nigga lookin' like a opp, but really a fan
Keep on starin' lookin' weird gon' make my nerves bad
Roll a window down beside, flockin' yo' ass
Moment of silence, rest in peace to that young man
Starstruck, all he wanted was my autograph
The times we livin' in, I cannot chance shit
The other thing I cannot stand, haha
Is a cute bitch with no bands
Chane'-ne sandals on, pretty toes, matchin' bag
Mink lashes on fleek, pics showin' cash
Twitter famous, blue checks, love her instagram
Ran her while I was on tour, took her from my mans
Drop the addy, let her come to my connected room
We all threw back, got dressed, and put on costumes
Drank the liquor, got a quickie, spit on her back
Told her bring her home girls so we can run it back
One BB dub, one skinny, with a fat back
Told my mans to entertain her while I check trap
Called the bitch to get her order form jack in the crack
Ten tacos for the thugs, and eight breakfast jacks
Say less, I come back [?] the street clutchin'
Fiend out, his eyes rollin', finna start bussin'
Got to the room, don't need a key, my whole door open
Looked around, ain't hear a sound, but I feel somethin'
Dropped the fool, caught the bitches, hella comotion
I'm screamin' he screamin', the bitch lookin' faded
I start laughin' it was so sad I couldn't even take it
When [?] find out what happen, it gon' get dangerous
This would've never happened if I wasn't butt naked
Feedin' faces got my whole privacy vacant
Oh yeah, before this freaky fine bitch skated
Broke ass bitches stole my laptop and Playstation
Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed
Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut
Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin'
Every time get cocky I start fuckin' up
Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed
Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut
Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin'
Every time get cocky I start- yeah, I start fuckin' shit up
[Outro]
Shit'll call a light year for this shit
Every time I think I got it goin' on, everything go wrong
I be gettin' away with murder
Sky thank you for fucking with me, again
Shout out Martin, hahaha
P's & Q's 2
Aye somebody call Rolla
Tell him this was all I was able to do
Shoutout Martin
Aye Sky, Sky thank you for fucking with me
Wanna hear some crazy ass shit?
[Verse]
Pass the plate around the room like a dirty preacher (Shut up, Martin)
Got two bitches on they knees sayin' who go deeper?
Got the hiking bag from target, just to toe sweep her
I got money on my mind I'ma big thinker
Racin' dawn down the strip, carryin' the speakers
Passed up 200k this year, 'cause Ion't do features
Left the club, walked to the car, I forgot the reason
Oh, I remember, came back 'cause I forgot the heater
Put her head under the covers, then let out a stinker
Bitches love my dirty draws, and all my flaws
I'm a dog, these bitches know to put cash in my paws
Niggas I used to take care of, I had to cut 'em off
Used to put dick in her mouth, now we don't speak at all
Short, skinny, buff midget, or Yao Ming tall?
Run up on my bitchass, you gon' get monkey mauled
A lot of shit I love, but two things I can't stand
A nigga lookin' like a opp, but really a fan
Keep on starin' lookin' weird gon' make my nerves bad
Roll a window down beside, flockin' yo' ass
Moment of silence, rest in peace to that young man
Starstruck, all he wanted was my autograph
The times we livin' in, I cannot chance shit
The other thing I cannot stand, haha
Is a cute bitch with no bands
Chane'-ne sandals on, pretty toes, matchin' bag
Mink lashes on fleek, pics showin' cash
Twitter famous, blue checks, love her instagram
Ran her while I was on tour, took her from my mans
Drop the addy, let her come to my connected room
We all threw back, got dressed, and put on costumes
Drank the liquor, got a quickie, spit on her back
Told her bring her home girls so we can run it back
One BB dub, one skinny, with a fat back
Told my mans to entertain her while I check trap
Called the bitch to get her order form jack in the crack
Ten tacos for the thugs, and eight breakfast jacks
Say less, I come back [?] the street clutchin'
Fiend out, his eyes rollin', finna start bussin'
Got to the room, don't need a key, my whole door open
Looked around, ain't hear a sound, but I feel somethin'
Dropped the fool, caught the bitches, hella comotion
I'm screamin' he screamin', the bitch lookin' faded
I start laughin' it was so sad I couldn't even take it
When [?] find out what happen, it gon' get dangerous
This would've never happened if I wasn't butt naked
Feedin' faces got my whole privacy vacant
Oh yeah, before this freaky fine bitch skated
Broke ass bitches stole my laptop and Playstation
Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed
Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut
Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin'
Every time get cocky I start fuckin' up
Can't even practice what I preach, then got my head bussed
Damn near tricked myself out the street over a nut
Thinkin' with the wrong head'll have your ass missin'
Every time get cocky I start- yeah, I start fuckin' shit up
[Outro]
Shit'll call a light year for this shit
Every time I think I got it goin' on, everything go wrong
I be gettin' away with murder
Sky thank you for fucking with me, again
Shout out Martin, hahaha
P's & Q's 2
Aye somebody call Rolla
Tell him this was all I was able to do