Cpt.Lavish - Pyrex Lyrics

Yeah ...
These niggas be bitches
She finna top me I handle my business
Spin on your block I'm a motherf*cking menace
We jugging and stealing I up it then peel it
I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping the pyrex
I got some wock but I'm mixing the hi-tec
Rocking designer that ain't even out yet
Saving your number I got a new contact
Bitches getting jealous when I pop my shit
Shawty wanna f*ck I'm a head to the crib
Drink full of mud gotta watch my sip
Glock and Barretta my mind on my cheddar
These hundreds on hundreds be sticking together
Get down or lay down and sleep with the fish
Pretty good aim I don't really miss
Running up the bands LA fitness
Running up the bands like a motherf*cking track nigga
Running up the bands
Running up the bands with my motherf*cking slat
Running up the bands
Running up the bands
Running up the bands
Running up the bands
I don't f*ck with fake niggas I hate niggas
And I only f*ck with boss bitches that make figures
At the C.M.A campsite we marsh mallow's no s'mores
No s'mores though, your bitch wanna talk but we cordial
I got some new money and lord knows
I got some new money and lord knows
(That)
These niggas be bitches
She finna top me I handle my business
Spin on your block I'm a motherf*cking menace
We jugging and stealing I up it then peel it
I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping the pyrex
I got some wock but I'm mixing the hi-tec
Rocking designer that ain't even out yet
Saving your number I got a new contact
Down bad but I bounced back
Tooka blunts only thing I'm a match
Perc take the pain but I itch and I scratch
Hit up the plug he got a new batch of the cookie
Your bitch wanna f*ck and I do it
I hop in the foreign and book it
You know that the cop cannot chase me
I do that shit then he racing