[Intro]
Yeah, like pistols and pearls
Pearls, pearls (Ear Drummers)
[Verse]
Hmm, I like pistols and pearls
Always knew I wanted to be a thug since a baby
Thanks to all the killers and drug dealers that raised me
Choppers come with flowers, I like choppers and daisies
Walk like Miss Daisy
A mill' a day, I'm sippin' syrup
If they don't give me my flowers, I'm just gon' take 'em out the dirt
Growin' up, ain't have shit, all this, I hit one, just to splurge
Tryna make it out this bitch, ain't give my mama everything she deservе
I made a rapper bag off cash for gold
Kicked down an old lady to gеt that sack, I snatched the ho
Half a mill' in this account, for this amount, I'll tag a toe
I can't up him, just withdraw it, so I done robbed the bitch real slow
And all my bitches do Percs
I'm quick to put a bad bitch on bedrest
Break up with her soon I get the motherfucker pregnant
'Cause I'm just gon' spoil the bitch anyway
Uh, robbed the jewelry store with a purse
'Cause the most sufficient for all this shit that I'm stealin'
WIC check, listen, check, K, fuck the witness
I'll be a real nigga later when I get away with it
Have you ever seen a killer in a skirt?
I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls
I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls
And guns and roses, I like choppers and flowers and choppers and baggies, bitch
Uh, just hit a lick
Just hit a lick, then gave the diamonds to my bitch
I just snapped, ain't no cap, all I rap real events
Statute of limitations, I robbed a lot of stores when I was a jit
And I'm still hittin' licks
Authorizin’ while it’s rivals, make that road, then I sprint
Young nigga, I got old gold, still got pearls stacked with some cash when I was doin' dirt
Finna give it to my mama on her fifty-first
If they don't give me my flowers, I'ma just snatch 'em out the dirt
Smokin', ask my big brother Cool, I was thirteen with a bookbag full of credit card soldiers
Sometimes I still might jack me a car, hit the parkin' garage and pull off with a Rover
I like beautiful girls and pistols and pearls and bust down rose set chokers
I like guns and roses, Rolls-Royce horses, plain jane Rolex voices
And Dracos and any lines, GI, ain't no man-made diamonds
Love and war, that's lost, can't have peace without no violence
I don't smoke the bodies, I don't rep the niggas
Send that nigga a rose in his DM, bitch, I'm gon' kill you
Yeah, like pistols and pearls
Pearls, pearls (Ear Drummers)
[Verse]
Hmm, I like pistols and pearls
Always knew I wanted to be a thug since a baby
Thanks to all the killers and drug dealers that raised me
Choppers come with flowers, I like choppers and daisies
Walk like Miss Daisy
A mill' a day, I'm sippin' syrup
If they don't give me my flowers, I'm just gon' take 'em out the dirt
Growin' up, ain't have shit, all this, I hit one, just to splurge
Tryna make it out this bitch, ain't give my mama everything she deservе
I made a rapper bag off cash for gold
Kicked down an old lady to gеt that sack, I snatched the ho
Half a mill' in this account, for this amount, I'll tag a toe
I can't up him, just withdraw it, so I done robbed the bitch real slow
And all my bitches do Percs
I'm quick to put a bad bitch on bedrest
Break up with her soon I get the motherfucker pregnant
'Cause I'm just gon' spoil the bitch anyway
Uh, robbed the jewelry store with a purse
'Cause the most sufficient for all this shit that I'm stealin'
WIC check, listen, check, K, fuck the witness
I'll be a real nigga later when I get away with it
Have you ever seen a killer in a skirt?
I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls
I like pistols and pearls, I like pistols and pearls
And guns and roses, I like choppers and flowers and choppers and baggies, bitch
Uh, just hit a lick
Just hit a lick, then gave the diamonds to my bitch
I just snapped, ain't no cap, all I rap real events
Statute of limitations, I robbed a lot of stores when I was a jit
And I'm still hittin' licks
Authorizin’ while it’s rivals, make that road, then I sprint
Young nigga, I got old gold, still got pearls stacked with some cash when I was doin' dirt
Finna give it to my mama on her fifty-first
If they don't give me my flowers, I'ma just snatch 'em out the dirt
Smokin', ask my big brother Cool, I was thirteen with a bookbag full of credit card soldiers
Sometimes I still might jack me a car, hit the parkin' garage and pull off with a Rover
I like beautiful girls and pistols and pearls and bust down rose set chokers
I like guns and roses, Rolls-Royce horses, plain jane Rolex voices
And Dracos and any lines, GI, ain't no man-made diamonds
Love and war, that's lost, can't have peace without no violence
I don't smoke the bodies, I don't rep the niggas
Send that nigga a rose in his DM, bitch, I'm gon' kill you
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