PIECES ON MY NECK. FT. 21 SAVAGE.

Lyrics: Rayshawn Bennett/Derrick Gray/Malik Sanders/Rushan West/Gaspar Manukiani/Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph Music: Rayshawn Bennett/Derrick Gray/Malik Sanders/Rushan West/Gaspar Manukiani/Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph Producer: Malik Ninety Five/Derrick Milano/Rushan West/20K Yeah yeah Hmm yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Look Why niggas paintin' they nails and livin' fairytales? I was sittin' up in my cell I chose not to tell I remember runnin' from 12 now we in V12 Thought I was surrounded by real guess I ain't see well Guess I gotta say my farewell I need some fresh air Thought I could take everyone there but it got us nowhere When I drop I need to be felt I never cared about how many we sell Ayy Boonk tell 'em 'bout the women we shared They say "More money more problems" I say "More money more tears" When everything start fallin' that when it all gets clear But now that's all in the rear my future brighter than the ice in my ear Ayy tell 'em ain't nobody nice as I am for real Yeah for real you know A million dollar worth of game nigga Ten million in cash nigga Five on a house nigga The rest in my mouth you know what the **** goin' Look pieces on my neck they barely cost me nothin' Treat these racks like it ain't **** 'cause I know it gon' keep coming All these paper cuts **** hurt in my thumb but I keep thumbin' They don't play with us once I ring the alarm just know they comin' Look 'Rari truck smashin' off the lot me and cousin Look we was hot but we beat that case me and buddy Look double cup pour up for lil' bro Every time niggas mention us we shot they **** up Every time somebody mention us the whole hood pullin' up That McLaren trunk ain't big enough that **** can't fit in there too much stuff I was pimpin' her she bought me too much uh too much stuff Ayy is it real enough? That **** can't fit in there too much stuff Look free Q Money all this **** here neat I'm a foreign freak Got a foreign fleet foreign ***** sittin' in my passenger seat She don't wanna go out to eat she wanna eat ***** I been a P Yeah every time we **** she tell me it was made for me My lil' bro a smacker somethin' like Judge yeah major leagues She thought it was more than what it was 'til I made her leave He thought it was more than what it was hit him with the cross Now he sharin' a grave with lil' bruh I'm a ******* boss Yeah you know I'm a nine-figure nigga we put 'em up ten by ten Spin that ***** and spin it again you ***** you We chasin' money nigga **** friends Pussy okay Twenty grand they'll knock your big dog off Facts Pour the syrup real muddy but I never cough Facts Thousand bags of the Turks got him goin' lost I might throw a drive in they hood 'cause they broke and soft On God Half a ticket every time I hold my wrist up Facts You could **** my brother bae just let me **** your sister Facts I look out for my ******* I ain't never been a tricker If she ask me for some money first I'm holdin' it against her 21 GIA my stones it's a difference these expensive Straight up He was tough on Instagram until they came and spint him Frrt Buy my cars cash nah I used to trap in rentals And the niggas that you look out for the main ones that get you Goddamn Yeah all that back bitin' I been the flip ***** I'm wealthy now you say my name ho add the Mr. ***** Still hangin' in the trenches with my pistol I love them ratchet ******* eat Hot Cheetos with the pickles ***** Got her body done twice but it's still smooth 21 Give me head and get Chanel I'm in a good mood Yeah That pussy boy ain't killed **** he a good dude They sent his ass down the road he was good food Ain't poke nothin' I'm the type to get you splat then play it cool Smoke 'em Next time you see your twin gon' be on the news 21 I ain't never like authority I skipped school Facts Any day you pick a pocket it be all blues Facts They try to go against me but they all lose 21 Grape Street inside my cup got me DJ Screwed You put that ***** inside your will then you Will-A-Fool Stupid She wake up and make you breakfast then she send me nudes Stupid Had a threesome with her friends but she never knew 21 I pop **** like I'm the one and it ain't a two On God You ever go against the team you get FanDueled We put that chopper on your twin nigga and you ***** Programming: 20K/Derrick Milano/Malik Ninety Five/Rushan West A&R : Justin “Teddy” Harris Supervisor: G. "Fly" Henry Mastering Engineer: Travis Louis Vocals: YFN Lucci Mixing Engineer: Keith Dawson