ymc mercy – pryex lyrics
(chorus)
in the bando
nothing cookin but the pryex
flipped’ you like a quarter could just get you vanished
heard these n-ggas started talking to the poo
baby i’m ot, everything gotta stay on the low
gimme dat
you n-ggas ain’t trap
its all cap, bottoms up
you had it down
f-ck with the gang its silence rounds
finessed the plug for all his pounds
mèrcy slides ain’t going back
i ain’t here for the talks
take me straight to the racks
is that your b-tch i broke her back
don’t f-ck with me cause you’d get clapped
(first verse)
i had nothing i was eating on leftovers
homie check me right because my heart got colder
lost my bro up in the streets i can’t stay sober
if we catch em lacking we gonn run em over
uh uh
i need my p’s all gone
drippin in louie vuitton
had to go get some bands up
couldn’t be broke for long
put young cuz in the traphouse
swear i turned it into a cash house
slept on me where your cash at?
i was in the field while you on snapchat
(bridge)
don’t you worry
don’t you watch whats on my plate
it was time to feast, some n-ggas startin moving ways
told her stay, come and f-ck a n-gga
i’m making plays, she suckin and ridin ontop a n-gga
(chorus)
in the bando
nothing cookin but the pryex
flipped’ you like a quarter could just get you vanished
heard these n-ggas started talking to the poo
baby i’m ot, everything gotta stay on the low
gimme dat
you n-ggas ain’t trap
its all cap, bottoms up
you had it down
f-ck with the gang its silence rounds
finessed the plug for all his pounds
mèrcy slides ain’t going back
i ain’t here for the talks
take me straight to the racks
is that your b-tch i broke her back
don’t f-ck with me cause you’d get clapped
(second verse)
i get the bag, don’t need to brag
in the club steady poppin them tags
gotta keep 6, i ain’t rockin wit feds
gotta the bando recipe i call it the meds
they say money change a n-gga
rather have it then go beg a n-gga
down on my lonely
had to get it never can i wait on n-ggas
ot trappin till the mornin
these n-ggas ain’t on it
no days off, yeah i’m all in
hoopti filled up with some chronics
on the road for like 6 weeks
double the bag on my 6 streaks
brosik got me till its 6 deep
let these p-ssy n-ggas know its repeat
(bridge)
don’t you worry
don’t you watch whats on my plate
it was time to feast, some n-ggas startin moving ways
told her stay, come and f-ck a n-gga
i’m making plays, she suckin and ridin ontop a n-gga
(chorus)
in the bando
nothing cookin but the pryex
flipped’ you like a quarter could just get you vanished
heard these n-ggas started talking to the poo
baby i’m ot, everything gotta stay on the low
gimme dat
you n-ggas ain’t trap
its all cap, bottoms up
you had it down
f-ck with the gang its silence rounds
finessed the plug for all his pounds
mèrcy slides ain’t going back
i ain’t here for the talks
take me straight to the racks
is that your b-tch i broke her back
don’t f-ck with me cause you’d get clapped
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