Countertops Chavo & Pi’erre Bourne
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[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
[Chorus]
I never once wrote a statement (Nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (Hard, hard)
Make them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good (What?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (Word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (Okay)
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' the chops (Chops), I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps (Opps), even tote 'em on probation
Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (Us)
I just sent 'em the location
Fuck thеm pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
I ain't got time to chasе 'em
[Verse 1]
Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (It is)
You can smell the Goyard leather on me (Nice)
In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni (Woo)
Bought a new SIM card and I trap off it (Woo)
Big four ol' winters, back off (Back off)
On the run with your birdy, track hawkin' (Skrrt)
Bathing the apes, Sasquatch
Middle finger to the sheriff and the marshal
On the bread puttin' syrup in the bottle
And the scallop shrimp curled in the pasta
He was pissed, I had his girl in my roster
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I'm out of baggies, put it in a napkin (Okay)
Hit him from the car, he was lacking
Send him up to God pre-packaged
Fifty in the glitty, we active
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
[Chorus]
I never once wrote a statement (Nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the road, pourin' up hard drugs (Hard, hard)
Make them lil' niggas erase you
Don't think you too smart for your own good (What?)
Bitch, it ain't hard to replace you (Word)
P put me on H Lorenzo (Okay)
Now I'm in there every day dude
Granite countertops holdin' the chops (Chops), I like to showcase 'em
Semi-automatic weapons for opps (Opps), even tote 'em on probation
Fuck clubbin', them hoes comin' to us (Us)
I just sent 'em the location
Fuck thеm pussies, man, them niggas is hidin'
I ain't got time to chasе 'em
[Verse 1]
Shoot up his spot, it's a ceremony (It is)
You can smell the Goyard leather on me (Nice)
In the gamblin' house with the Tenderoni (Woo)
Bought a new SIM card and I trap off it (Woo)
Big four ol' winters, back off (Back off)
On the run with your birdy, track hawkin' (Skrrt)
Bathing the apes, Sasquatch
Middle finger to the sheriff and the marshal
On the bread puttin' syrup in the bottle
And the scallop shrimp curled in the pasta
He was pissed, I had his girl in my roster
Range Rover autobiography
I'm out of baggies, put it in a napkin (Okay)
Hit him from the car, he was lacking
Send him up to God pre-packaged
Fifty in the glitty, we active
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