Lyrics Wayans Bros. - Pink Siifu, Conquest Tony Phillips

Wayans Bros.

Tell ‘em the truth to these niggas that squad
Go to the roof I’ma give ‘em the watch
and preaching my hair in a bun
The city on fire don’t care if it burn
Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops
I take the baddies with me to shop
Coming' so rude I could cancel off top
I make your boo wanna dance when I drop
Lots on my mind I can’t make up my mind
Whippin' with a head on my cock
I can’t make up my mind I keep banging my line
Low key, in the drop
New whip, new Glock
I had to get back to spendin' the lot
The bitches gon' kill you in case you forgot
All of this weed, all of this crop
Fuck 12, all of the cop
bitches just me and my niggas
We gon' try get this
We skrrt, we slide, jack and jillin'
Ali, Jet Li, new place, with her
We skrrt, we spendin', just me, let’s get it
Fuck you, fuck me
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Leave me alone, too many blunts
Too many sons, too many dead
‘Cause niggas is hoes
Know where you at, fuck you at
Black on black
Get on dat, get that patek
Everybody lyin', got me bad
2, 1, this that death wish
You catch a nigga off guard with this shit