Pedal Up lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grr, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I'm breaking these n*ggas, we pop 'em like Kit Kat
Ain't with the sh*t-talking, I ain't with the chit-chat
Upping the pole, put the Glock where his hip at
We wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag
All of my n*ggas, we ain't with the talking
You speak on my name, know that come with a coffin
Every day shooting, ain't missing my target
We picking and painting your body, no caution
b*tch, b*tch
Yeah, yeah
I got the heat with the money like mayo
She wanna f*ck 'cause I got me them pesos
Back it up, b*tch, better do what I say so
Throw that ass back on my di*k like a halo
Opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low
Shoot their ass up, wet 'em up like a Faygo

[Chorus]
b*tch, b*tch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up
No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked
n*gga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action
n*ggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut
f*ck on that b*tch, got my di*k in her guts
n*ggas be talking until they get busted
Roll down the 'Wood, smoke him up like a Dutch
Everybody up on my di*k with the same sh*t
Stop all that capping and that with that gang sh*t
You n*ggas lame, you can't hang with the gang, b*tch
Shoot at your face with the Glock, b*tch, it's aimless
b*tch, ain't no amateur, know that I'm shooting
Balling since a jit, a NBA hooper
Young n*gga ball 'til I fall like I'm Future
All that it take is one call, I'ma do ya
Look in my eyes, you gon' die, what you preaching?
Catch up the clout, I got money for features
Chasing a bag, I do that every season
n*ggas be hating, I don't know the reason
Portray what they faking, they cap on the internet
Speak on the internet, b*tch, you is into that
You n*ggas cap, you could never admit to that
I got a slip to the clip, put an end to that
Making him dance, b*tches do the bachata
Pooping his pants, yeah, that n*gga a toddler
Sending your mans to the sky with this chopper
Making it slow, make him sing like an Oscar
[Bridge]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
She wanna f*ck with the gang, yeah
Told that b*tch give me brain, yeah
She wanna bang, bang, bang

[Chorus]
b*tch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up
I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up
No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked
n*gga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking
Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action
n*ggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping
Shoot at your ass with designer, it's fashion
Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, b*tch

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson
Yeah, Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
b*tch