[Intro: Lil Pinecone & *IAmJakeHill*]
Yuh
Ya'll know who it is
It's Lil Pinecone and DJ Booty Butt on this b*tch
*Hi*
We 'bout to go hard as fu'
*We sure are*
Pinecone Gang in this b*tch
We ain't f*ckin' 'round on this sh*t, boy
*Yeah, uh, Pinecone Gang*
We out this b*tch
We out here know what I'm sayin'
[?] In this mu' f*cka'
*Why the f*ck is this intro so long*
Shut yo' b*tch ass up
This sh*t 'bout to get lit in this mu' f*cka'
*Yeah, lit*
[Verse]
I keep that creatine on my night stand
And my cell phone in my right hand
That Pokemon go hard enough
I don't even need a god damn hype man
I keep bleach wipes for my counter top
Gotta keep it clean when I bring the thots
All the b*tches scream when they see my c*ck
'Cause it's small as f*ck and my nuts ain't dropped
I go to sleep around 3 am and I gotta be at work around 1 pm
I gotta pay the bills I can't be f*ckin' around
I don't be poppin' them pills they only bringing you down
I really hate my ex it still f*cks me up
It's been like 3 months since I got a nut
There's no b*tches in my sh*tty town
Got me lookin' on that Tinder but ain't none around
I got that 38 on my hip but I got a permit
Anybody breakin' in they gonna be burnin'
They gonna wish they never met me 'cause my trigger finger heavy
If you thinking about f*cking with me come on I'm ready
I'll f*ck you up and put you in a coffin cause there ain't no stopping me
Intervention, Barret 50 cal is in my armory, 1v1 me you gon' see who the quick scope king is, head shot feeding, woo
California on my mind I must be dreaming, ooh
f*ckin' sick of Alabama I am leaving, ooh
There ain't sh*t to do here but go to the movies, ooh
But I ain't got the money to go the movies, ooh
Five miles over the speed limit, 'cause I ain't tryna get a mu' f*ckin' speed ticket
I got a clean record and I wanna keep it that way
I can watch Twilight part 2 all day
I got a red bandana tied around my neck
'Cause team valor in this b*tch gonna leave 'em dead
You wanna f*ck with my gym gon' get the dirt
Pikachu, Psyduck, f*ck 'em up the worst
My belt on my waist, no tattoos on my face
And I check on my puppies, put food on their plate
I shoot my gun only when I'm on the range
And I help out the homeless when they need some change
I'm not homophobic, don't care if you're gay
Just don't put your di*k near me and we'll be okay
Talk sh*t about me but that's okay 'cause when you see me in public got nothing to say
f*ck what you're saying I don't give a f*ck about it
Talk all the sh*t you want I'll navigate around it
Crossing out your name you don't deserve the recognition
I don't got a lot of followers but you ain't even got sh*t
Anyways back to the story how I'm living, I got pizza in the oven I can smell it from the kitchen
It ain't relevant to tell you but I might as well because you know I love the pizza think about it 24/7
I don't believe in god, don't believe in a heaven
If he was really real then what the f*ck was up with 9/11
Explain that, give me true facts, no bullsh*t cause I'm sick of that
I like bulldogs and I hate cats but I would never hurt a kitty I ain't like that
I like cereal and milk in the night time, Froot Loops, Lucky Charms it's the right time
[Verse: Lil Pinecone]
Yeah
b*tches wanna act up, I got my stacks up and I'm masked up
f*ck with me, get blasted up, yo b*tch tryna f*ck but I passed it up
She a broke hoe, she a gold digger
Slap her with my di*k call me hoe hitter
Lil Pinecone a cold spitter
My chain big it could be bigger
Blowin' loud out the foreign coupe
My safety off and I ain't scared to shoot
See me in yo' hood and you better salute
Disrespect me Ima step on your boots
You're f*ckin' with a killer right now
Wanna try me, Ima pull up at yo house
I'm pushing the work, I'm doing the dirt
A grand for a shirt and the money come first
[Interlude: Lil Pinecone & *IAmJakeHill*]
Ay, come here and do these lyrics, I can't rap as fast as you can
*I-I'm not gonna do your part, what do you mean you can't do it*
Man, just do it, come look
*I am not about to say that, what the fu- I don't even do any of that sh*t, why-*
Just do it b*tch, goddamn
*f*ck it*
[Verse: IAmJakeHill]
Rolling up the weed, I got some purple with no seed
I bag it up and push the work, and you ain't bout to get it cheap
Trapping out the Chevy, lean has got me moving heavy
Sipping on some Hennessey, I keep the burner in the seat
I keep some clips on me, don't try me, I'm sorry
Don't conversate with me, don't talk to police
I'm popping a xanny, take shots at yo' granny
The SKS dropping 'em like yo' girl's panties
[Outro: Lil Pinecone & *IAmJakeHill*]
Oh sh*t, you got the hood pass now
DJ Booty Butt ain't no b*tch no mo'
*I don't want a hood pass*
Yuh
Ya'll know who it is
It's Lil Pinecone and DJ Booty Butt on this b*tch
*Hi*
We 'bout to go hard as fu'
*We sure are*
Pinecone Gang in this b*tch
We ain't f*ckin' 'round on this sh*t, boy
*Yeah, uh, Pinecone Gang*
We out this b*tch
We out here know what I'm sayin'
[?] In this mu' f*cka'
*Why the f*ck is this intro so long*
Shut yo' b*tch ass up
This sh*t 'bout to get lit in this mu' f*cka'
*Yeah, lit*
[Verse]
I keep that creatine on my night stand
And my cell phone in my right hand
That Pokemon go hard enough
I don't even need a god damn hype man
I keep bleach wipes for my counter top
Gotta keep it clean when I bring the thots
All the b*tches scream when they see my c*ck
'Cause it's small as f*ck and my nuts ain't dropped
I go to sleep around 3 am and I gotta be at work around 1 pm
I gotta pay the bills I can't be f*ckin' around
I don't be poppin' them pills they only bringing you down
I really hate my ex it still f*cks me up
It's been like 3 months since I got a nut
There's no b*tches in my sh*tty town
Got me lookin' on that Tinder but ain't none around
I got that 38 on my hip but I got a permit
Anybody breakin' in they gonna be burnin'
They gonna wish they never met me 'cause my trigger finger heavy
If you thinking about f*cking with me come on I'm ready
I'll f*ck you up and put you in a coffin cause there ain't no stopping me
Intervention, Barret 50 cal is in my armory, 1v1 me you gon' see who the quick scope king is, head shot feeding, woo
California on my mind I must be dreaming, ooh
f*ckin' sick of Alabama I am leaving, ooh
There ain't sh*t to do here but go to the movies, ooh
But I ain't got the money to go the movies, ooh
Five miles over the speed limit, 'cause I ain't tryna get a mu' f*ckin' speed ticket
I got a clean record and I wanna keep it that way
I can watch Twilight part 2 all day
I got a red bandana tied around my neck
'Cause team valor in this b*tch gonna leave 'em dead
You wanna f*ck with my gym gon' get the dirt
Pikachu, Psyduck, f*ck 'em up the worst
My belt on my waist, no tattoos on my face
And I check on my puppies, put food on their plate
I shoot my gun only when I'm on the range
And I help out the homeless when they need some change
I'm not homophobic, don't care if you're gay
Just don't put your di*k near me and we'll be okay
Talk sh*t about me but that's okay 'cause when you see me in public got nothing to say
f*ck what you're saying I don't give a f*ck about it
Talk all the sh*t you want I'll navigate around it
Crossing out your name you don't deserve the recognition
I don't got a lot of followers but you ain't even got sh*t
Anyways back to the story how I'm living, I got pizza in the oven I can smell it from the kitchen
It ain't relevant to tell you but I might as well because you know I love the pizza think about it 24/7
I don't believe in god, don't believe in a heaven
If he was really real then what the f*ck was up with 9/11
Explain that, give me true facts, no bullsh*t cause I'm sick of that
I like bulldogs and I hate cats but I would never hurt a kitty I ain't like that
I like cereal and milk in the night time, Froot Loops, Lucky Charms it's the right time
[Verse: Lil Pinecone]
Yeah
b*tches wanna act up, I got my stacks up and I'm masked up
f*ck with me, get blasted up, yo b*tch tryna f*ck but I passed it up
She a broke hoe, she a gold digger
Slap her with my di*k call me hoe hitter
Lil Pinecone a cold spitter
My chain big it could be bigger
Blowin' loud out the foreign coupe
My safety off and I ain't scared to shoot
See me in yo' hood and you better salute
Disrespect me Ima step on your boots
You're f*ckin' with a killer right now
Wanna try me, Ima pull up at yo house
I'm pushing the work, I'm doing the dirt
A grand for a shirt and the money come first
[Interlude: Lil Pinecone & *IAmJakeHill*]
Ay, come here and do these lyrics, I can't rap as fast as you can
*I-I'm not gonna do your part, what do you mean you can't do it*
Man, just do it, come look
*I am not about to say that, what the fu- I don't even do any of that sh*t, why-*
Just do it b*tch, goddamn
*f*ck it*
[Verse: IAmJakeHill]
Rolling up the weed, I got some purple with no seed
I bag it up and push the work, and you ain't bout to get it cheap
Trapping out the Chevy, lean has got me moving heavy
Sipping on some Hennessey, I keep the burner in the seat
I keep some clips on me, don't try me, I'm sorry
Don't conversate with me, don't talk to police
I'm popping a xanny, take shots at yo' granny
The SKS dropping 'em like yo' girl's panties
[Outro: Lil Pinecone & *IAmJakeHill*]
Oh sh*t, you got the hood pass now
DJ Booty Butt ain't no b*tch no mo'
*I don't want a hood pass*
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