Pretty Boy
Woah, woah, ayy
Woah, woah, ayy, ayy
Woah, pretty boy (Ayy, ayy, b*tch)
Ayy, pretty boy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
Ayy, pretty boy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
Ayy, pretty boy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
Ayy, ayy, I am a pretty boy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
Ayy, I am a pretty boy, ayy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
I am a pretty boy, ayy (Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
Lil' bro finna spray ayy, lil' boy finna spray, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
Got lil' bro finna spray, ayy
Got lil' bro finna spray, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way, ayy
I am a pretty boy, pretty boy
You call me pretty boy, semi boy
Pretty boy tote on that semi boy
Full clip I shoot 'til I'm empty boy
Pull up, I pull out, I show out, ayy
Talking that sh*t, I'ma blow out (Whoa)
All of my n*ggas got posted, ayy
We shoot this sh*t just to show out, ayy
I am that n*gga man, I am that n*gga man, I am that n*gga, ayy, ayy
You know I got gun back and we got our hands on the triggers, ayy, ayy
Talking that sh*t that's okay because I'm on my way to makin' millions, ayy, ayy
Run in your house, put that gun in your mouth, and kill all your children, ayy, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Please get the f*ck out my way
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't have nothing to say
You shouldn't have nothing to say, ayy, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
F*ck your b*tch and now we sexin'
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Slam a n*gga like it's wrestling
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hit him with the Smith & Wesson
I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Come to the city, I do you like Ricky (Pew-pew-pew), get down
All of my n*ggas they running the city (True), you can't tell me sh*t now (Okay)
Cause a n*gga trying to get rich now (Okay)
I put the body in the ditch now (Okay)
I put the molly in a bunch now (Okay)
I make a mental of the punch out (Okay)
I am a pretty boy with a big semi
I come through and leave the b*tch empty (Okay)
Talkin' that sh*t, I got ******s, got lit like a pistol and b*tch I got plenty, ay (Okay)
All of these n*ggas gonna chase for some change, ayy (Okay)
And I ain't talking about pennies, ayy (Okay)
All of my n*ggas go crazy (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on that bullsh*t, you call me Benny (Yeah, yeah, okay)
I am a pretty boy, I am a pretty boy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I am a pretty boy, so please get the f*ck out my way, way, way
I am a pretty boy, you shouldn't have nothing to say, say, say
Cause I'm with two semi boys, they let it open to let that sh*t spray, spray, ayy
Go ahead with that stricky brown in yo sh*t, boy
I'ma fry yo little sh*t head ass, boy
Little five o'clock shadow havin' ass, boy
How 'bout yo lil' goofy hat
This sh*t not a joke, f*ck you talkin' 'bout
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout
He tried to straight face me like I was gonna stop fryin' his ass, n*gga
What the f*ck
I was gonna stop, b*tch I'm still-
What the f*ck you thought