Pour a Pint Strick (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro]
Matt, what up?
48 kHz
[Chorus: Gunna]
Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank
Tahoe a tank (Tahoe), Dior and Saint (Dior), I drip like a saint
Back from LA, it's cold in the A, put a mink on today
I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who wanna race? Who wanna race? I falled in a lake
Also not leavin' a trace, your body get traced and dumped in the waste
You all in the way, you followin' the wave, a whole hour on stage
Man, I already made, my bitch is my maid, no minimum wage
My side bitch your ho, I shop in SoHo, I’m out of control
I don't do the most, I barely even post, and I love the West Coast
They pay me to host, they gave me a loaf, I turned it to toast
Backend into notes, I'm stayin' afloat, all white like the Pope
My shades Versace, they think I ain't watchin', I see that you plottin'
Get high like a falcon, with my bitch on my balcony, I'm in love with her body
Blowin’ Gelato, In a new four-door Audi, and the push start is auto
I keep it hollow, got a bitch that gon’ swallow, suck the tip like a hollow
[Chorus: Gunna]
Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank
Tahoe a tank (Tahoe), Dior and Saint (Dior), I drip like a saint
Back from LA, it's cold in the A, put a mink on today
I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye
Matt, what up?
48 kHz
[Chorus: Gunna]
Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank
Tahoe a tank (Tahoe), Dior and Saint (Dior), I drip like a saint
Back from LA, it's cold in the A, put a mink on today
I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who wanna race? Who wanna race? I falled in a lake
Also not leavin' a trace, your body get traced and dumped in the waste
You all in the way, you followin' the wave, a whole hour on stage
Man, I already made, my bitch is my maid, no minimum wage
My side bitch your ho, I shop in SoHo, I’m out of control
I don't do the most, I barely even post, and I love the West Coast
They pay me to host, they gave me a loaf, I turned it to toast
Backend into notes, I'm stayin' afloat, all white like the Pope
My shades Versace, they think I ain't watchin', I see that you plottin'
Get high like a falcon, with my bitch on my balcony, I'm in love with her body
Blowin’ Gelato, In a new four-door Audi, and the push start is auto
I keep it hollow, got a bitch that gon’ swallow, suck the tip like a hollow
[Chorus: Gunna]
Pour a pint, I pour a pint, get my racks out the bank
Tahoe a tank (Tahoe), Dior and Saint (Dior), I drip like a saint
Back from LA, it's cold in the A, put a mink on today
I didn’t come here to play, got my weed from the Bay, and my sneakers from Ye
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