[Lyric] Pigeonroast (The Neverending Mixtape)

[Hook: ¡kylkenny!]
Yeah yeah yeah
They coming to fuck up my day
I go hard when I’m sniffing that yay
My baby girl told me that I was too stuck in my ways
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
Bitch get the fuck out my way
You get hit when I’m waving that K
I heard you was talking that shit, then come up to my face
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say

[Verse 1: Denver]
High like Yamborghini
She came through with polka dot bikini
Thought I was finna poke her, did the polka
My whole squad just rolled up
Purple in the soda
Styrofoam I might cock back and fold you
Wake your punk ass up like Folgers
I’m just playing, my mind in solar
System you need diagnostics, what that is up in your wallet
Hate to slap you out with rocket, bitches out here pussy popping
Probably in the projects, probably with no options
Polly want a cracker, or just pearls and diamonds
Gold my mouth and froze my optics
I ain’t got no opposition
Solo dolo with my vision
I get slo-mo when I’m sipping
She got cornrows, I ain’t tripping
Eat that pussy, good nutrition
You a pussy, shot precision
Chefing in this fucking kitchen
Buckshot for you rats and pigeons
[Hook: ¡kylkenny!]
Yeah yeah yeah
They coming to fuck up my day
I go hard when I’m sniffing that yay
My baby girl told me that I was too stuck in my ways
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
Bitch get the fuck out my way
You get hit when I’m waving that K
I heard you was talking that shit, then come up to my face
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say

[Verse 2: Stakes]
Light it up, jack o’ lantern
Came back round for the pumpkin smashing
When they need a real verse, I understand it’s my time to stand in
Oh my god can we please remove Stakes, I just can’t understand him
These bitches way too demanding
Put on my songs and the pretty girls dancing
I’m answering questions they didn’t know that they had
My bitch bad
My bitch boujee, she got ass
This beat a doozy, this shit slap
I’m feeling woozy off of a tab
Tactical chunder, and now I’m back
Your dealer sold you a bag of some chaff
I’m gon’ retire with more than your dad
Pop out like Edge, WWE
The G-O-A-T is here to come feast
D-O-M-I-N-A-T-E the beat
Jeez, they rewind for me
They getting giddy seeing Stakes as a feat
I’m spitting in ones, zeroes, and beeps
I’m not real, I can’t even speak
I just wait to a full moon and turn to a beast
Oh what the fuck did they say
I’m cuffin their bae and I’m fucking her face
A cup everyday of something that is laced
Get the fuck out my face and the fuck out my way
I'm sniffing on yay, sipping Courvoisier
And they hitting the brakes and I take first place
Stakes gourmet but your bitch get ate
You're the one they hate, me they celebrate
[Hook: ¡kylkenny!]
Yeah yeah yeah
They coming to fuck up my day
I go hard when I’m sniffing that yay
My baby girl told me that I was too stuck in my ways
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
Bitch get the fuck out my way
You get hit when I’m waving that K
I heard you was talking that shit, then come up to my face
Bitch, what the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say

[Verse 3: Trip C]
I’m always chasing a check
Keeping my bitches in check
I done been locked up
I done made calls collect
Juvie made me real rude
Meliodas with the moves
Hoe fuck the whole crew
Prudes probably fucking too
I need my cash, coming in fast
I need a bitch, big breast thick ass
I need to pull on her hair while I blow out her back
I need y’all to put on notice
The goat of the flow is on go and I’m ready to snap
My tongue is only good for three things
Either for spitting on beats or for eating her clit or her crack
I tell that bitch she a snack, aye
She love to whine and wine
No wonder her cum tasting like champagne
Drive her insane so she giving me mad brain
Thirty bitches like Matt James
Slap they ass like Rick James
Wait what
Thirty bitches like Matt James
Slap they ass like Rick James
What
Thirty bitches like Matt James
Slap they ass like Rick James
Woah