Marty Rantzen - PG Lyrics

That little boy know that he fucked up
I'm beefing with him not no covid
Mask on me I'm toating and lurking
Look like a ninja I'll cut his ass open
And I learned a lot from my sensei
So much homework a pen on him every day
Ain't have the drop went out and got it
Now we know where he lay and friend stay
And we know he a bitch that boy pussy
Know his little bitch a squirter her puss sing
My cup look like cherry vanilla
Sippin drank I dropped red in my limeade
I mix it to well no one better
Ain't no cut on my sip
Need no first aid
I'm having stone like Rosetta
If you talk in my language you serving
Next day air, on the phone keep it sparse
I meant sparse on the real
But don't talk we on air
I think we live shorty
Cut the show disappear
This shit seep out the seal
Get a whiff if you near
And I'm up in traffic
The mirror do backflips
A sub in the rear
Gat under the speaker
A kit in this whip but it's not for your ear
Niggas slow if they think that I'm going
I am not kinky hair
Me and gang knotted like that
In this shit til we ill
And I know they see me like 3D
Thirteen in the pistol I'm PG
You know if I score it's a bucket
Nigga front I'ma put him on TV
I threw tints on the whip now they Stevie
Slide where I want I don't need a pass
We pull up it look like a fleet
If he reach then you know that I'm airing him

That little boy know that he fucked up
I'm beefing with him not no covid
Mask on me I'm toating and lurking
Look like a ninja I'll cut his ass open
And I learned a lot from my sensei
So much homework a pen on him every day
Ain't have the drop went out and got it
Now we know where he lay and friend stay
And we know he a bitch that boy pussy
Know his little bitch a squirter her puss sing
My cup look like cherry vanilla
Sippin drank I dropped red in my limeade
I mix it to well no one better
Ain't no cut on my sip
Need no first aid
I'm having stone like Rosetta
If you talk in my language you serving
Next day air, on the phone keep it sparse
I meant sparse on the real
But don't talk we on air
I think we live shorty
Cut the show disappear
This shit seep out the seal
Get a whiff if you near
And I'm up in traffic
The mirror do backflips
A sub in the rear
Gat under the speaker
A kit in this whip but it's not for your ear
Niggas slow if they think that I'm going
I am not kinky hair
Me and gang knotted like that
In this shit til we ill
And I know they see me like 3D
Thirteen in the pistol I'm PG
You know if I score it's a bucket
Nigga front I'ma put him on TV
I threw tints on the whip now they Stevie
Slide where I want I don't need a pass
We pull up it look like a fleet
If he reach then you know that I'm airing him