[Lyric] Pyrex (Bongobirch)

I pour the lean so dark, it look like Crown Royal
And my shooters got my back, yeah I know they loyal

My lean is tinted, my windows tinted
I put more codeine in my Sprite, just so I could sip it
I got this pistol on my hip, I would not attempt it
And I don’t ever leave a witness, I can't be convicted
That xanny really got me, passed out in the Bentley backseat
Got all of my shooters behind me
Fuck 12 cuz I know they can’t find me
Trust God cuz’ I know that he guide me
I put the dough in my cul-de-sac
I know you been dissing I notice that
I jumped off the porch and I made a stack
You fumbled the ball when you took a sack
And my bitch is badder than Livvy Dunne
I still keep my chop when I’m on the run
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a heavy gun
I bust at my opps, what I do for fun
And don’t let me find where you stay at
I’m sending bullets where you lay at
If I don’t hit first I get payback
Want smoke?
Shut up and just say that
Yuh, shut up and just say that
I got drunk and forgot where the Wraith at
Bongobirch write a check then erase it
When you got that kind of money why waste it
I'm on the freeway I don't know where I'm headed
Show me the block bongobirch is gon wet it
Give me the wap bitch don't give me no Fetty
I come back to Rock and they throwing confetti
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload

Cookin the dope I been using the pyrex
Got them a warrant but I knew to hide it
Ride in the jet yeah I'm talking the private
Little Rock Geyer Springs you can't survive it
Fuck if I'm right or wrong
Got shooters in the car, wanna ride along?
And fuck twelve, it's martial law
We can run it back like Marshall Faulk
I put an ounce of the dope in the crock pot
I'm still whippin the bowl when the block hot
When I was young I survived off of hot pockets
Brand new whip no roof I'ma drop top it
Back on my grind, and no you cannot stop it
I stretch out the dope when I re-rock it
I'm spending my money still make profit
No shots, just a hundred corks poppin
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload
Using that pyrex cookin' up dope
Fork in the plate 'til it looking like soap
Add a little baking soda but a whole lotta coke
Been a long way got a long way to go
Keep it on me you don't wanna provoke
Got a IR beam with an infrared scope
Said he want beef he don't really want smoke
Got a hundred round drum I don't like to reload