PnB Rock - Do No Wrong lyrics

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PnB Rock - Do No Wrong lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock] (Yo Sean, you fu*kin' them up on this one) Yeah, I been in my zone (Zone) Ridin' with this pistol, ni**a, this ain't what you want (Want) I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron) I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) Yeah, yeah [Chorus: PnB Rock] I been in my zone (Zone) Ridin' with this pistol, ni**a, this ain't what you want (Want) I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron) I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) Demons take your soul (Yeah), yeah, my b*tches on go (Go) For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes) We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah) That's just what that check do (Check do) Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah) [Verse 1: Tyla Yaweh] I like her demeanor, yeah, I like my b*tches meaner, uh Can't even get them racks up, that's Venus and Serena You see these diamonds clean up, ooh, my b*tch drive a 2021 Boy, you actin' mad 'cause you drive a Kia I'm in my bag, bag, bag, your racks sad today Checks come in so fast today I might mix the '42, I chase it with Lemonade Outside with my ni**as, we don't give a fu*k Keep a .40 in the Louis bag, I seen some demons I can't trust Mm-hm, drugs all in my system that I trust Mm-hm, I know that sh*t make my heartrate up Mm-hm, McLaren 720, lift it up Mm-hm, when I'm down, please don't call my phone [Chorus: PnB Rock] Yeah, yeah, I been in my zone (Zone) Ridin' with this pistol, ni**a, this ain't what you want (Want) I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron) I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) Demons take your soul (Yeah), yeah, my b*tches on go (Go) For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes) We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah) That's just what that check do (Check do) Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah) [Verse 2: Trippie Redd] Ridin' dirty, sippin' dirty with that .30 I'm a big phoenix, I been working since a birdie With a bad b*tch, su*k my dick like a slurpee b*tch, I'm tired of the damn games, ain't no Kirby Say you love me, but you so concerned in tryna hurt me Tryna torture my heart, kill me slowly but surely b*tch, I won't give in, Cartier my lens (Woo) Live this life of sin, b*tch, this Oomp's revenge And lovin' that, baby, where you goin'? I need some of that I just got a gig for five-hundred racks That's enough to make a b*tch sit and do jumpin' jacks Told her Rey Mysterio, lil' b*tch, I'ma jump on that [Chorus: PnB Rock] I been in my zone (Zone) Ridin' with this pistol, ni**a, this ain't what you want (Want) I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron) I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt) Demons take your soul (Yeah), yeah, my b*tches on go (Go) For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes) We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah) That's just what that check do (Check do) Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah)