Pistols And Birks

Heading on the flight just to see you
Not your main but you call me boo
Stay da night I got peets on brew
Know u workin, let's roll drop top old school
She the queen she can twerk
I'm little slow off these percs
She got money she got birks
She got pistols she can murk
Two whips one of them a drop
Kilos in da day, nite she on top
Disrespect her team and she pop pop
Blood on da floor, no bucket no mop
Drip diamonds as I sip pure white
Two bitches by my side
Red velvet rope you can't get inside
Front row view, sliding down that pole
They all thick and cute, just my type
Won't marry them already got a wife
But I keep a few bad bitches on the side
And I already told her she don't even mind
Heading on the flight just to see you
Not your main but you call me boo
Stay da night I got peets on brew
Know u workin, let's roll drop top old school
Pick up lines don't work, don't even try
High credit score her type of guy
She don't wanna piece but the whole pie
Strangle you with your tie, don't ever lie
Got her own house plus two more
Cash flow, a future to look towards
Haven't reached her peak she still soar
Got da coupe but she want the four door
She got that natural beauty
No need for maybelline
Addicted to her body like I'm a fiend
Size three jeans
Not addicted to that bean
Reply to my text as soon as they seen
Baby coming over, scoop her up in a rover
Said she lucky to have me
Said I was her four leaf clover
Heading on the flight just to see you
Not your main but you call me boo
Stay da night I got peets on brew
Know u workin, let's roll drop top old school