LIL TWIST - Pyrex Lyrics

Ft. Cory Gunz

(Hook)
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)
Check

(Verse)
Papa tell me where, mama pack some stove
Tell her whip the shit good and don't touch it till it's gold
I remember bein' a yungin', like seven years old
Jumped off the porch early and black corners got cold
Listen to me, all this money in my sock
Young ? watchin' Pac serve the block
And they seein' that I move the rock
With this hand now I done learned a lot
Like I can team up and load a Glock
Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock
And birdcall if I see the cops
Prolly hearin' me tho and fearin' me tho
In this black sombrero we been bumpin' the locks
Now here I come, so ready or not

(Verse 2)
Where you goin' on my way to the top
Muthafucka I'm just building a knot
Off Hennessy rock, bandana round my head like Pac
The whole team strapped up like Swat
I wish she would ? when she was a prop
Reload, take clip, pacpac
I shoot this bitch till she stop
On my YG shit, out of L.A. with two top blunts
Servin' that few ridda'
We got guns that go biggidy biggidy
Dirty fresh beatbox
Put yo flick on yo shirt and yo brain on a knee shot
Uh, now let that marinate
Yeah
Talkin' flat line, no soul like Rose and Reebok
This is real as it get, when I'm gone get the net
Muthafucka

(Hook)
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)
Check

(Verse 3)
I'll catch ya string like Ricky
Tongue caught, put 'em in the ring like Ricky
Rob a nigga for kicks
Leave yo chick gassed out and with some J's like Nicki
My bitch cold feet, I got a lot of cualas
You ? but I'm not in yo gutter
I'm not a new dolla, for your sake, just know
I won't give two fucks, I'm not a koala
Who wanna wabbly wabbly? Gallagubly gorpe, the murder terrain that you wreck
You follow yo Pala, then I ride the Poseidon
Sada pastrami pastrala the verp
To front to vertify the otha side cause I got OCD
A lot of niggas think they do, but don't a lot of niggas know, G
I keep it ghostly, G
In this cool can't approach me, G
Don't leave a nigga with a toasty T
That'll ring yo bat' on me to charge
Hopefully you got a life like Mofy G
My flow reee reee, you ain't that shit like Cory
Like I don't even let the story breathe
I gotta kill em all, Twizzy
Anybody fuck with you, my bullets they will all receive
Cause if coam gets teez and corporate fees
And organ squeeze, this coffin please
And court TV
We at the muthafuckin' neck
Same as did er'body in they fuckin' set
Tryna beat anybody in my fuckin' set
Fuck you think Tune put me down for?
The muthafuckin' rep, one scene, B
Militia gangbang, nigga chain ring
Thing bling
The brain hang, got yo main on my dang dang
Playn sucka I'mma snuff her
Takin' me wang thang
She in the underground, mane

(Hook)
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
Where's my paper, where's my checks?
(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)
Check

 

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