Lyrics Pints - Guap Tarantino

Pints

Psh, brrr
Brrrr, rack-rack-racks
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend
I got a lot of money to bring
Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green
We got a lot of bullets
Make you a murder, then leave the scene
Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams
Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean
Sippin' on purple, it might be pink
Bitch, know what’s up
Put a perc in my cup
Yeah, got them racks up
Bet your bitch gon' fuck
Yeah, bitch
I make rackades off them checks
Diamonds on me, VVS
Diamonds on me, VVS
We didn’t have no pot to piss
So my grandma used to stress
Got the talons in them bitch
They don’t play, they leave a mess
Our niggas solid, we runnin' the block
We don’t say sorry, we pop at the opp
Better admire, we don’t talk to cops
Was underrated, decided to pop
Niggas were hatin', they really were opps
My drip is amazing, spend hunnids on socks
No we don’t play, we just might knock 'em off
My diamonds, they water, might swim with a dolphin
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend
I got a lot of money to bring
Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green
We got a lot of bullets
Make you a murder, then leave the scene
Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams
Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean
Sippin' on purple, it might be pink
Bitch, know what’s up
Put a perc in my cup
Yeah, got them racks up
Bet your bitch gon' fuck
I went green, racks, they go «Ca-ching»
Make them birdies sing
Sign the team, and we left the scene
She just popped a bean
Find my lane, on these niggas
I don’t owe no apologies
Found my lane, we don’t trick-or-treat
We trickin' Halloween
Need my money like the first
the gang, then went vert
Make her sing, just like church
Fuck her brain, make her hurt
Suck my dick, make her burp
On a plane, like to splurge
Yeah, yeah
I’m on gas and lean and popped a perc
Yeah, yeah
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I got lot pints of the lean
I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend
I got a lot of money to bring
Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green
We got a lot of bullets
Make you a murder, then leave the scene
Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams
Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean
Sippin' on purple, it might be pink
Bitch, know what’s up
Put a perc in my cup
Yeah, got them racks up
Bet your bitch gon' fuck