Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PC , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 11.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PC |
| Ayy, ayy |
| (Got a bankroll, I ain’t make the, ayy) |
| Ayy |
| Talk Money Gang, nigga (Got a bankroll, I ain’t never make the honor roll) |
| (Got a bankroll, I ain’t, ayy) |
| Hood fav' |
| Got a bankroll, I ain’t never make the honor roll |
| It’s my time to shine, I told that bitch that it’s her time to go |
| If they lock me up, then I’ll be lying to your honor though |
| I got stripper hoes and the shooters got all kind of poles |
| If they wet you up, it ain’t Fiji |
| Direct deposit touched down in my TD |
| When she see me backing out the foreign, she like, «Me, me» |
| Then she got upset because her friend wanted to eat me |
| And when they see you eating, broke niggas like PC |
| I know niggas capping, they like, «You gotta believe me» |
| I send out the package, brodie in the field receiving |
| Nigga, for them rackies, have you fighting with some demons |
| But it ain’t no fighting, they gon' up it and delete 'em (30) |
| Hit that boy with arrows |
| Nigga, fuck a pint, we pouring lean up by the barrel |
| Bad bitch in Chicago, she got more chicken than Harold (Bad bitch in Chiraq) |
| Bad bitch in Chicago ride the dick like a bull |
| I swear she always hungry, eat the dick 'til she full |
| Think I signed with Lil Baby, I got four pockets full |
| Think a nigga born in Houston, I got more rockets |
| Huh, 30s at your door with choppers and they won’t knock it |
| And my brodie still up in the trap, gotta go clock it |
| I swear that he pussy, he act tough 'cause the hoes watching |
| I swear I could outshine these niggas wearing no watches |
| Silly niggas worry 'bout my bag, tell 'em don’t watch it |
| Think I’m from Japan how I hold chopsticks |
| 'Member had to go out and finesse, I had no options |
| 'Member when that back door was open, had to go lock it |
| I got a new baddie, old bitch say I’m so toxic |
| One up in that head, so I won’t cock it |
| Old enemies and some new oppies |
| Nigga worth a check, I can’t move sloppy |
| I got bougie hoes, but they too sloppy |
| I’ma start the wave and let you copy |
| Bullets like a wave, hit like tsunami |
| Got a bankroll, I ain’t never make the honor roll |
| It’s my time to shine, I told that bitch that it’s her time to go |
| If they lock me up, then I’ll be lying to your honor though |
| I got stripper hoes and the shooters got all kind of poles |
| If they wet you up, it ain’t Fiji |
| Direct deposit touched down in my TD |
| When she see me backing out the foreign, she like, «Me, me» |
| Then she got upset because her friend wanted to eat me |
| And when they see you eating, broke niggas like PC |
| Never make the honor roll |
| Got a bankroll, I ain’t make the, ayy |
| Got a bankroll, I ain’t never make the honor roll |
| Got a bankroll, I ain’t, ayy |