Roy Woods — Like Pascal

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Oh (Uh)
Know what I’m sayin’? I had to give you that shit
You know what I’m sayin’? Six Side
Me and Tony out here, you know what I’m sayin’?
OVO, you know what I’m sayin’? UTU shit
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’? Ha
Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Skrrt (Skrrt), burnin’ my tires on asphalt (She’s)
Swipin’ her cards ’til it’s maxed out (I’m)
Ballin’ on niggas like Pascal (Siakam)
Hennessy makin’ me act out
She hit the- (Damn), she pass out
She in the club with her ass out (Uh-huh)
Most of these niggas is tricks
I don’t spend money on kitty (I don’t do that)
Bust down, I used to roll with a bad crowd
Them niggas stuck in the past now (Past)
Lookin’ back, shit, I ain’t mad now
They ain’t much in the B-Town (The B’s)
He got a strap, think he a G now (Bap, bap, bap)
My brother be playin’ with ki’s now (With ki’s)
Lil’ shawty, she lost in the streets now

There’s much problems in my ends
Bands, run ’em in my hands
All this white-white all up in our hands
You see me fightin’ demons in my head

Let niggas know I’m throwin’ hands first
She only call me when she want the work
First class ticket in the Birkin
Young nigga take care of these birds
Young nigga get rid of the work
Young nigga get rich off a bird
Young nigga got lesson to learn
Young nigga, go make what you earn

Bitch, I’m a hunnid percent
Split up the bag like a motherfuckin’ bagel
Lil’ bitch, I live like a king
All of these Perkys is boostin’ my ego
Them demons, they pull up on sight
Your bitch sneak out of the house every night
And like a lil’ virgin, my circle be tight
Got two bad bitches, Shakira and J.Lo

Uh
So much money in the God damn room, nigga, God damn
Yeah, huh
Damn, uh, yeah

These diamonds, they dance like a mascot (Uh)
Geekin’ like she off of bath salts (Bath)
She got her nudes on her iCloud (Uh, uh, uh)
Want me to come blow her back out
After my show, she get piped down (Damn)
Niggas, they try to steal my sound
Said he want smoke, but now right now (Nah)
Lil’ pussy boy, I don’t like clowns
You was my nigga, you opp now
Ain’t shit ’cause you serve blocks now (Bitch)
OVO gang shit, she wanna top sound
Lamar Jackson with the touchdown (Big Truss)
I can make a big play on the fourth down (Ice)
Came with a vengeance, no remorse now (Ha)
So high I ain’t even on Earth now

There’s much problems in my ends
Bands, run ’em in my hands
All this white-white all up in our hands
You see me fightin’ demons in my head

Let niggas know I’m throwin’ hands first
She only call me when she want the work
First class ticket in the Birkin
Young nigga take care of these birds
Young nigga get rid of the work
Young nigga get rich off a bird
Young nigga got lesson to learn
Young nigga, go make what you earn

Bitch, I’m a hunnid percent
Split up the bag like a motherfuckin’ bagel
Lil’ bitch, I live like a king
All of these Perkys is boostin’ my ego
Them demons, they pull up on sight
Your bitch sneak out of the house every night
And like a lil’ virgin, my circle be tight
Got two bad bitches, Shakira and J.Lo