Pistolz & Pearlz

Yeah, like pistols and pearls

Pearls, pearls, mm (Ear drummers)

Hmm, I like pistols and pearls

Always knew I wanted to be a thug since a baby

Thanks to all the killers and drug dealers that raised me

Choppers come with flowers, I like choppers and daisies

Walk like Miss Daisy, a mill' a day, I'm sippin' syrup

If they don't give me my flowers, I'm just gon' take 'em out the dirt

Growin' up, ain't have shit, all this, I hit one, just to splurge

Tryna make it out this bitch, ain't give my mama everything she deserve

I made a rapper bag off cash for gold

Kicked down an old lady to get that sack, I snatched the ho

Half a mill' in this account, for this amount, I'll tag a toe

I can't up him, just withdraw it, so I done robbed the bitch real slow

And all my bitches do Percs

I'm quick to put a bad bitch on bed rest

Break up with her soon I get the motherfucker pregnant

'Cause I'm just gon' spoil the bitch anyway

Uh, robbed the jewelry store with a purse

'Cause the most sufficient for all this shit that I'm stealin'

WIC check, listen, check, K, fuck the witness

I'll be a real nigga later when I get away with it

Have you ever seen a killer in a skirt?

I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls

I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls

And guns and roses, I like choppers and flowers and choppers and baggies, bitch

Uh, just hit a lick

Just hit a lick, then gave the diamonds to my bitch

I just snapped, ain't no cap, all I rap real events

Statute of limitations, I robbed a lot of stores when I was a jit

And I'm still hittin' licks

Authorizin' while it's rivals, make that road, then I sprint

Young nigga, I got old gold, still got pearls stacked with some cash when I was doin' dirt

Finna give it to my mama on her 51st

If they don't give me my flowers, I'ma just snatch 'em out the dirt

Smokin', ask my big brother Cool, I was thirteen with a bookbag full of credit card soldiers

Sometimes I still might jack me a car, hit the parkin' garage and pull off with a Rover

I like beautiful girls and pistols and pearls and bust down rose set chokers

I like guns and roses, Rolls-Royce horses, plain Jane Rolex voices

And Dracos and any lines, GI, ain't no man-made diamonds

Love and war, that's lost, can't have peace without no violence

I don't smoke the bodies, I don't rep the niggas

Send that nigga a rose in his DM, bitch, I'm gon' kill you

You know what I'm sayin'?

If I send you a rose, a dead flower

A rose, any kind of rose, a Daisy, whatever

Bitch, you gon' die, you gon' die soon

Yeah, you might die, you might die soon

You gon' die, bitch, I'm gon' kill you

Yeah, choppers and chocolate and AK's and dead flowers

And guns and roses and pistols and pearls

And pistols and pearls, and pistols and pearls

And pearls and chocolates and Daisy's and Draco's, let me in the line

With pistols and pearls, with pistols and pearls

A chopper, yeah