Pedal Up

Bitch

Uh, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Grr, yeah, uh

I'm breaking these niggas, we pop 'em like Kit Kat

Ain't with the shit-talking, I ain't with the chit-chat

Upping the pole, put the Glock where his hip at

We wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag

All of my niggas, we ain't with the talking

You speak on my name, know that come with a coffin

Every day shooting, ain't missing my target

We picking and painting your body, no caution

Bitch, bitch

Yeah, yeah

I got the heat with the money like mayo

She wanna fuck 'cause I got me them pesos

Back it up, bitch, better do what I say so

Throw that ass back on my dick like a halo

Opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low

Shoot their ass up, wet 'em up like a Faygo, bitch

Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up

I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up

No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked

Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking

Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action

Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping

Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch

Shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut

Fuck on that bitch, got my dick in her guts

Niggas be talking until they get busted

Roll down the wood, smoke him up like a Dutch

Everybody up on my dick with the same shit

Stop all that capping and that with that gang shit

You niggas lame, you can't hang with the gang, bitch

Shoot at your face with the Glock, bitch, it's aimless

Bitch, ain't no amateur, know that I'm shooting

Balling since a jit, a NBA hooper

Young nigga ball till I fall like I'm Future

All that it take is one call, I'ma do ya

Look in my eyes, you gon' die, what you preaching?

Catch up the clout, I got money for features

Chasing a bag, I do that every season

Niggas be hating, I don't know the reason

Portray what they faking, they cap on the internet

Speak on the internet, bitch, you is into that

You niggas cap, you could never admit to that

I got a slip to the clip, put an end to that

Making him dance, bitches do the bachata

Pooping his pants, yeah, that nigga a toddler

Sending your mans to the sky with this chopper

Making it slow, make him sing like an Oscar

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, yeah

She wanna fuck with the gang, yeah

Told that bitch give me brain, yeah

She wanna bang, bang, bang

Bitch, we gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up

I got the Glock with the beam, it's gon' pedal up

No, we ain't needing for speed with my weapon tucked

Nigga was dreaming, he thought I was lacking

Hop on the scene and it's movie, it's action

Niggas be fiending, they thinking I'm capping

Shoot at your ass with designer, it's fashion

Glock with a beam, make you do Michael Jackson, bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson

Glock with the beam, Michael Jackson

Yeah, Billie Jean, Michael Jackson

Bitch