[00:00:00] Girl, it's P.K.
[00:00:03] Here we go, here we go, here we go, again
[00:00:06] Here we go, here we go, here we go, again
[00:00:10] Here we go, here we go, here we go, again
[00:00:13] No, we ain't makin' amends
[00:00:15] Fuck you and your put-down friends
[00:00:17] It's Yaya the air again
[00:00:18] I'm back on that shit again
[00:00:20] Red on top of my head, I got a blast in
[00:00:22] I feel like a hand
[00:00:23] Bitch, let's get to the facts
[00:00:25] I wanna fuck you again
[00:00:27] She said bring out that racks
[00:00:28] I said here go a 10
[00:00:30] Ay, ay, ay, to all my sissy suit bosses
[00:00:33] Rockin' them chrome hard crosses
[00:00:35] And brushin' off all their losses
[00:00:37] I'm G.U., double C.I., but don't ask why
[00:00:39] You're weak and I'm off it
[00:00:41] Tattoos under my eyes, no disguise
[00:00:42] I don't do gossip
[00:00:50] Here we go, here we go, here we go, again
[00:00:54] No, we ain't makin' amends
[00:00:55] Fuck you and your put-down friends
[00:00:58] And I'm Stiggy, whip the bends through the ends
[00:01:01] Tryna lay long but they're clockin' the bank so I can't even blend
[00:01:04] I got the racks in this blater
[00:01:05] Run up a check, check my statement
[00:01:07] Recall, deliberate, pay her
[00:01:09] Check out a ball, we can make some arrangements
[00:01:10] Help on your knees and sin
[00:01:12] If I could be direct, I can't move all tans
[00:01:15] I like them thick and thin
[00:01:17] It's true that I got a fetish for dykes
[00:01:19] I bag them and put them in Thames
[00:01:20] I'm close to the guy but I ride around with the grim when lights get down
[00:01:24] Shot me a pussy high, they are burkin' for it
[00:01:27] She want a triple D, I seen that turkey for it
[00:01:31] And Cartier with me, look like she could be my sister
[00:01:34] That fence ain't no me
[00:01:35] Anytime you ask for a picture
[00:01:54] Here we go, here we go, here we go Again, no we ain't makin' amends Fuck you and your put-down friends
[00:02:03] And I'm sticky, rip the bends, through the ends
[00:02:08] Tryna lay low but they're clockin' the bank so I can't even blend