Pistolz & Pearlz

[Intro]

Yeah, like pistols and pearls

Pearls, pearls, hmm

[Verse]

Hmm, I like pistols and pearls

Always knew I wanted to be a thug, since a baby

Can't starve the killers and drug dealers that raised me

Choppers come with flowers, I like choppers and Daisy's

Walk like , a mill' a day, I'm sippin' syrup

If they don't give me my flowers, I'm just gon' take 'em out the dirt

Growin' up, ain't have shit, all this, I hit one, just to splurge

Tryna make it out this bitch, ain't give my mother everythin' she deservе

I made a rapper bad off of calve of gold

Kickеd down an old lady to get that sack, I snatched the ho'

Half-a-mill' in this account, for this amount, I'll tag a toe

I can't up him, just withdraw it, so I done robbed the bitch real slow

And all my bitches do Percs, I'm quick to pull a bad bitch, I'm very

Break up with her soon as I get the mother****er pregnant

'Cause I'm just gon' spoil the bitch anyway

Uh, robbed the jewelry store with a purse

'Cause the most sufficient for all this shit that I'm stealin'

Weird check, listen, check, can't **** the witness

I've been a real nigga, laid up, and I

Have you ever seen a killer in a skirt?

I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls

I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls

And guns and roses, I like choppers and flowers

And choppers and baggies, bitch, uh, just hit a lick

Just hit a lick and gave the diamonds to my bitch

I just snapped, ain't no cap, all I rap, real events

That true limitation, all around the stove and I was a jit

And I'm still hittin' licks

Authorizin' while it's rivals, make that road, then I sprint

Young nigga, I got old, still got pearls

Stacked with some cash, when I was doin' dirt

Finna give it to my mama, on her fifty-first

If they don't give me my flowers, I'ma just snatch them out the dirt

Smokin', that's my big brother Cool

I was thirteen with a book bag full of credit card soldiers

Sometimes I still might jack me a car

Hit the parkin' garage and pull off with a rope

I like beautiful girls and pistols and pearls

And bustdown [?] chokers

I like guns and roses, Rolls Royce horses, Plain Jane Rolex voices

And Draco's and any lines, G, I ain't no

Lovin' woke, that's lost, can't have peace without no violence

I don't smoke the bodies, I don't rep the niggas

Send that nigga a rose in his DM, bitch, I'm gon' kill you

You know what I'm sayin'?

If I send you a rose, a dead flower

A rose, any kind of rose, a Daisy, whatever

Bitch, you gon' die, you gon' die soon

Yeah, you might die, you might die soon

You gon' die, bitch, I'm gon' kill you

Yeah, choppers and chocolate and AK's and dead flowers

And guns and roses and pistols and pearls

And pistols and pearls and pistols and pearls

And pearls and chocolates and Daisy's and Draco's, let me in the line

With pistols and pearls, with pistols and pearls

A chopper, yeah