Piña (Feat. Tenkay)

Yeah, I'ma beat him up, he talkin' shit and I don't give a fuck (Go, go)
She gon' eat it up, I'm in her house, she gotta eat me up
Boot a nigga up, just like I'm John Cena
Whip all yellow like a motherfuckin' bee, yeah
The fuck you doin'? Back up off of her, man, she's a niña
I'ma pull up, yeah, pull up, yeah, I need her
Posted all day on that god damn esquina
Boy, yous a loser, got me laughing like hyena
Ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha-ha, ah-ha
Yeah, I whip the dope up like Farina
With a bad model bitch, her name Tina
Yeah, and she bought her best friend Gina
Put the choppa to his feet and make him dance like ballerina
Go up, then play sold out arenas
I'm with gang and we out in Argentina

Ha, keep the .9 milli' on my dresser
I don't give a fuck, talk shit, it's whatever
Bitch, I walk around my name Clyde Drexler
Zay tote the Glock 'cause he lighter than a feather
He said he gon' run up on who? I can't let ya
What? I can't let ya
Tote that blick beretta
Leave that nigga stretched, talk 'bout lay him on the stretcher
Like a nice teacher, boy, I don't give a F, yeah
I'm a fuckin' leader, boy, I ain't like the rest, yeah
You talkin' 'bout a rim, you can't even a net, yeah
Swag from the three-point, call me Reggie Miller
Yeah, bitch, I got the work, I'm a true winner
Shout out ysl, that's my motherfuckin' hitter
Swag so dope, roll coke and a swisher

Yeah, I'ma beat him up, he talkin' shit and I don't give a fuck
She gon' eat it up, I'm in her house, she gotta eat me up
Boot a nigga up, just like I'm John Cena
Whip all yellow like a motherfuckin' bee, yeah
The fuck you doin'? Back up off of her, man, she's a niña
I'ma pull up, yeah, pull up, yeah, I need her
Posted all day on that god damn esquina
Boy, yous a loser, got me laughing like hyena
Ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha-ha, ah-ha
Yeah, I whip the dope up like Farina
With a bad model bitch, her name Tina
Yeah, and she bought her best friend Gina
Put the choppa to his feet and make him dance like ballerina
Go up, then play sold out arenas
I'm with gang and we out in Argentina

Ha, keep the .9 milli' on my dresser
I don't give a fuck, talk shit, it's whatever
Bitch, I walk around like my name Clyde Drexler
Zay tote the Glock 'cause he lighter than a feather
He said he gon' run up on who? I can't let ya
What? I can't let ya
Tote that blick, beretta
Leave that nigga stretched, talk 'bout lay him on the stretcher
Like a nice teacher, boy, I don't give a F, yeah
I'm a fuckin' leader, boy, I ain't like the rest, yeah
You talkin' 'bout a rim, you can't even touch a net, yeah
Swag from the three-point, call me Reggie Miller
Yeah, bitch, I go to work, I'm a true winner
Shout out ysl, that's my motherfuckin' hitter
Swag so dope, roll coke and a swisher

Yeah, I'ma beat him up, he talkin' shit and I don't need to know (Go, go)
She gon' eat it up, I'm in her house, and she gon' eat me up
Boot a nigga up, just like I'm John Cena
Whip on my heater like a motherfuckin' beam, yeah
The fuck you doin'? Back up off of her, man, she's a niña
I'ma pull up, yeah, pull up, yeah, I need her
Posted all day on that god damn esquina
Boy—
Ha, keep the .9 milli' on my dresser
I don't give a fuck, talk shit, it's whatever
Bitch, I walk around like my name Clyde Drexler
Zay tote the Glock 'cause he lighter than a feather
He said he gon' run up on who? I can't let ya
What? I can't let ya
Tote that blick beretta
Leave that nigga stretched, talk 'bout lay him on the stretcher
Like a nice teacher, boy, I don't give a F, yeah