Lil Twist - Pyrex lyrics

Ft. Cory Gunz (Hook) We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? If she good, I don't need this Pyrex We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? (If she good, I don't need this Pyrex) Check (Verse) Papa tell me where, mama pack some stove Tell her whip the sh** good and don't touch it till it's gold I remember bein' a yungin', like seven years old Jumped off the porch early and black corners got cold Listen to me, all this money in my sock Young ? watchin' Pac serve the block And they seein' that I move the rock With this hand now I done learned a lot Like I can team up and load a Glock Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock And birdcall if I see the cops Prolly hearin' me tho and fearin' me tho In this black sombrero we been bumpin' the locks Now here I come, so ready or not (Verse 2) Where you goin' on my way to the top Muthaf**a I'm just building a knot Off Hennessy rock, bandana round my head like Pac The whole team strapped up like Swat I wish she would ? when she was a prop Reload, take clip, pacpac I shoot this b**h till she stop On my YG sh**, out of L.A. with two top blunts Servin' that few ridda' We got guns that go biggidy biggidy Dirty fresh beatbox Put yo flick on yo shirt and yo brain on a knee shot Uh, now let that marinate Yeah Talkin' flat line, no soul like Rose and Reebok This is real as it get, when I'm gone get the net Muthaf**a (Hook) We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? If she good, I don't need this Pyrex We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? (If she good, I don't need this Pyrex) Check (Verse 3) I'll catch ya string like Ricky Tongue caught, put 'em in the ring like Ricky Rob a n***a for kicks Leave yo chick ga**ed out and with some J's like Nicki My b**h cold feet, I got a lot of cualas You ? but I'm not in yo gutter I'm not a new dolla, for your sake, just know I won't give two f**s, I'm not a koala Who wanna wabbly wabbly? Gallagubly gorpe, the murder terrain that you wreck You follow yo Pala, then I ride the Poseidon Sada pastrami pastrala the verp To front to vertify the otha side cause I got OCD A lot of n***as think they do, but don't a lot of n***as know, G I keep it ghostly, G In this cool can't approach me, G Don't leave a n***a with a toasty T That'll ring yo bat' on me to charge Hopefully you got a life like Mofy G My flow reee reee, you ain't that sh** like Cory Like I don't even let the story breathe I gotta k** em all, Twizzy Anybody f** with you, my bullets they will all receive Cause if coam gets teez and corporate fees And organ squeeze, this coffin please And court TV We at the muthaf**in' neck Same as did er'body in they f**in' set Tryna beat anybody in my f**in' set f** you think Tune put me down for? The muthaf**in' rep, one scene, B Militia g**n, n***a chain ring Thing bling The brain hang, got yo main on my dang dang Playn s**a I'mma snuff her Takin' me wang thang She in the underground, mane (Hook) We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? If she good, I don't need this Pyrex We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks We ain't playin' with these n***as, we just goin' at they necks Where's my paper, where's my checks? (If she good, I don't need this Pyrex) Check