Pinstripes lyrics

[Verse 1: ]
These n*ggas done, twist and baking
Catch your favors, getting favors
Getting zippers, it's on the river
Like I kill 'em, strap feel 'em

Barely feel 'em, in your system
Trip them wings, you ain't fly
Bucks I slug you're hot
Them suckers trash, they out of the time

Middle finger to the sky
When them b*tches fly by
I'm not a man, I'm no a fan
We ain't friends, I'm not that guy

Two flex and flog, suck a dog
This part is getting man number one
I pull you, then pull your car
Determinate so
Just I'll be auto boys and I'm 'bout too hard yes
Man they all kill, two

This regard that papa, can't feel that from Atlanta
Keep on with this dirty south
And hit the them Hamers
[Chorus]
These n*ggas don't be in the traps
These n*ggas be runnin' their flaps
(Surprise, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no heat
n*ggas rappin' on the same old beats
(Why, n*gga?)

These n*ggas ain't who they claim
These n*ggas just plain Jane
(Die, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no hoes
n*ggas be trickin' off all they dough
(Goodbye, n*gga!)

[Verse 2: ]
Bad boy, tough guy, true boy, hardcore
Got a .38, got a. 44, I'm ready for an encore
It's anything they looking for
Is right here, is right there
Talking loud ain't sayin' nothing
It's out there, we're reckless
We fall the whip a hot click
We giving you the best this
I didn't get a benefit, I'm glad that you did it
I'm say what? I've been wrist
I'm stayin with the DM flickers, talk to the finish
[Chorus]
These n*ggas don't be in the traps
These n*ggas be runnin' their flaps
(Surprise, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no heat
n*ggas rappin' on the same old beats
(Why, n*gga?)

These n*ggas ain't who they claim
These n*ggas just plain Jane
(Die, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no hoes
n*ggas be trickin' off all they dough
(Goodbye, n*gga)

K.I.N.G they call me that
Number one boy in old truck
And when we'll find in
Cocaine, weed, sold all that
I'll get one, break it down the
I'll do the same with another but it's all the stack
And I'll kick it in the with the
n*gga get around like what the
All yes in the and they wanna do but the
I'm kind in Hollywood roll backing
No bank it, 'cause we ain't scared
You're running there like we in here
Same nice and hot between in here
'Cause I don't want to bake it roll
Yeah bullet it hoe for a bank roll
Say don't need 'cause I'm mental
Like who that in my window?
Who is that in my window?
I'm Paranoia my brain frying
And the bullet thing 'cause I ain't
But I will be when I see 'em be like day to day
[Chorus]
These n*ggas don't be in the traps
These n*ggas be runnin' their flaps
(Surprise, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no heat
n*ggas rappin' on the same old beats
(Why, n*gga?)

These n*ggas ain't who they claim
These n*ggas just plain Jane
(Die, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no hoes
n*ggas be trickin' off all they dough
(Goodbye, n*gga)

They got that pin roles riding through it
Courtney Love be the
Get a little bit of everything, that's what I say
These hoes do to it, they close to it
The street like I'm you knew
I'm true to it
Big trunks, big house on tall hills
Got a problem, look I'm all in
Got a problem and I'm all here
Hit the game and five here, five hoes you don't cash here
And every time the southside one oh yeah

Yeah I know you, you kung-fu
You ain't real me, this ain't real beef
I'm still street and I kill eat
And life full of steal cheat
I'm a I don't chain breaker, and a brain breaker
I got two names, I've been two chains
A lot of new names …who sayin'?

[Chorus]
These n*ggas don't be in the traps
These n*ggas be runnin' their flaps
(Surprise, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no heat
n*ggas rappin' on the same old beats
(Why, n*gga?)

These n*ggas ain't who they claim
These n*ggas just plain Jane
(Die, n*gga)
These n*ggas ain't got no hoes
n*ggas be trickin' off all they dough
(Goodbye, n*gga)