Epure - Pigeon Boy (feat. Kou Savage) Lyrics

Why you saying bye? I just rolled another blunt
Baby loves the action, and she knows it's not a front
All these other niggas flexing, oh well f*ck it. Ima stunt
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
In the field with the flock, out here looking like some doves
In the birdbath chilling, dripping, mobbing, making moves
And that shorty say she wanna chill cause Im just busy grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm on my Pigeon Boy Shit
Yeah that Pigeon Boy Shit
Where he at, oh he perched up
It's Friday so he turnt up
Fly nigga, and he slick tho
But he ain't tryna' swoon no hoe
I got the tools, no not Smith & Wesson
I'm tryna' bool I'm not tryna' f*ck yet
Too many hoes, nigga I'm gettin' tired
Too many girls, nigga I need a woman
Sick and tired of the waste time shit
Baby girl we on the move and
Sometimes we hit road blocks but man f*ck it we brush it and grove
Damn. I know that you peep the flock, the glow is too bright to miss
And no I do not tote a Glock, I just throw a shot and I hit
Like a point guard with a sniper rifle lil baby you know that I'm sighted in
Beat smacking harder than a Large Mickey D's Sprite with a lot of ice
Whip out the juul, hit it harder than bricks
I got the chick doin' tricks on my shit
She say she smoke, so I pulled out the stick
She don't call it quits, she screaming
YEAH
Just had to turn it up
She know I know wassup
Boy I just make it jump
YEAH
Just know we turn it up
She know we run it up
Boy we gon make it jump
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
In the field with the flock, out here looking like some doves
In the birdbath chilling, dripping, mobbing, making moves
And that shorty say she wanna chill cause I'm just busy grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm on my Pigeon Boy Shit
Yeah that Pigeon Boy Shit
Pigeon boy I'm too fly for these niggas
Pop a perc and touch the sky on these niggas
Cruddy gang, I wont change up
On baby you know that I ride for my niggas
But for real I'm tryna' get me bag
Tryna' get shit that I never did have
These niggas broke, they be going out sad
So if I call you my Cruddy, we get to the cash
GCD Cruddy you already know
Pills-berry Boy you can tell by the flow
97 Baby, I'll get the shit sold
I'll get the damn pack, I'll flip it and go
Niggas be hating like shit, but none of that shit gon' amuse me
I'm on my damn Pigeon Boy Shit, and nigga straight trap out the Gucci
I'm tryna' turn up in the club, put a damn perc in my smoothie
Plus I'm 10 toes in the field, and only the money gon' move me
We left the club, fresh as shit. Out here looking like some doves
And you know its Cruddy Gang, boy we don't give no f*cks
On my Pigeon Boy Shit, yeah you know just what it was
In the field with the flock, out here looking like some doves
In the birdbath chilling, dripping, mobbing, making moves
And that shorty say she wanna chill cause I'm just busy grinding with my
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it was
Boy I'm flying high, I be handling my biz
Pigeon Boy Shit yeah you know just what it is
I'm on my Pigeon Boy Shit
Yeah that Pigeon Boy Shit