Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pints, artist - Guap Tarantino. Date of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |