T.Y. (Rapper) - Dresser lyrics

[Chorus: T.Y.](x3) Pistol on the dresser Ready for whatever Hustling motherf**ers Can't do nothing but love us [Young Juve] Got my pistol on the dresser 10 minutes late for lecture Drunk as f** but still know how to switch it up for my professor [T.Y.] And lately I been doing extra When applying the pressure It's amazing how I blessed her Gave her the dick and never text her [Young Juve] GC bring them hoes out Pull up got that pole out Your b**h down to do whatever She know what her role 'bout [T.Y.] My ice like as eskimos house Hit it then I doze out While they weigh a whole pound Drank got me slowed down [Young Juve] Mixing that mixture I'm in this b**h and I'm plastered Smoking on that exotic I'm riding round with my ratchet [T.Y.] And you could find me in traffic With the semi automatic Can't let 'em catch me slipping So you know I gotta have it [Young Juve] Clutching on it like I need it to breathe Hoe you ain't know this 400 Chopper City degrees You play ball or get shook up If you ain't shooting back I wish you good luck Two choppers in the car I'm really riding with the Klu Klux [Chorus: T.Y.](x4) Pistol on the dresser Ready for whatever Hustling motherf**ers Can't do nothing but love us [Young Juve] You can't do nothing but love me even though a n***a changed I'm walking round couple dollars to my name You can't do nothing but love me I just bought a gold chain b**h I was snapping back when Manny had braids 40 on me like Dej need a b**h thats like Dej I ain't cute b**h I'm paid I been high since 9th grade [T.Y.] I'm self made, and I know I be busting my a** But sh** it pays, smoke me one straight to the face I'm super faded, infatuated by all this paper That I been making Oh Lord let me pick my flavor I'm so bad b**h I'm good for your health I keep that rubber grip on my waist just like a belt I stay high over n***as like I'm walking on stilts Gotta get it by any means and nothing else Yeah