Pedestrian
Max Chris
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You better think twice 'fore they come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this chopper'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
I'm with rich niggas, recline ('cline, yeah)
Hop in a whip with them killers
They totin' them poppers (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I don't got money then, yeah, I'ma rob you (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Yeah)
Never been no pedestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somethin', the way I be stuntin' (Uh-huh)
Put Hermรจs on the joggers, three thousand, ain't nothin' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, lock him down
Ooh, oh, oh
It cost to live like this
Never thought I'd have a crib like this
I remember it was loose chains
Now it's new chains
That's the sound you hear
Remember I thought I was going no where
They calling me from back home
They want me dead
Show in the Chi', performing with one in the hand
I gotta play with you mama
And I got a coupe and it came in the summer (Skrrt)
Louis Vuitton, Virgil runners and
I got colors of Virgil runners (Yeah)
He smokin' synthetic weed
I can't get nun' of that
I'm gettin money (Uh)
I gotta protect my degrees
These niggas bitin', they eatin' like a mamba (Yeah)
Back to back, turnt up the summer
I'm high as a fuck
But I had to let the lock to de-test
Your honor
Got a backroom full of exotic dranks
I done poured up the syrup, the Act' is expensive (Skrrt)
You gotta check my persona
You know this shit fine and I got on aroma (Woo)
Your new boo can tell you "You hot as a sauna"
But you know we fuck up the summer (Woo)
I just got some head with no teeth
I just had your ho suckin' dick in the Jeep
Sprinkle this ho' in codeine
I was just sprinklin' a lil' blunt with leaves
I just had to tell her I'm relieved
And I'm signed, myself, to the streets
Black and white new Rolex on
I call it "Cookie Cream"
You better think twice 'fore
They come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta
This chopper'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
I'm with rich niggas, recline ('cline, yeah)
Hop in a whip with them killers
They totin' them poppers (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I don't got money then, yeah, I'ma rob you (Yeah)
I came from the bottom
I came from the gutter (Yeah)
Never been no pedestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somethin', the way I be stuntin' (Uh-huh)
Put Hermรจs on the joggers, three thousand, ain't nothin' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, lock him down