Alright, yeah
They know that nigga PIE be scoring, he be getting buckets
And yal niggas can't f*ck with him,
They think he a red flag because he keeps some sluts wit him
And every beat that nigga talking spicy like buffalo wings
Run up 100 M's on the track like I run for the team
And don't ever try to test my f*cking shooter, he equipped with a beam
She took away my whole high, bro pass me the lean
Amiri store, I'm a fly guy, aint no wings on my back
She told her friends not to f*ck with me cause she know I'm a Mac
Now I think about it, she said that cause she wanted me back
She ain't even know, I was f*cking with her friend for a while now
Kept it P, I'm too f*cking slick, she never found out
Keep it P, that pussy super pretty, put that shit on me
You out here paying for the Pai and we get pints for free
Big ass Drac in the hoodie pocket, make my shoulder hang
I'm too icy with this shit, feel like Trae Young with the floater game
Finna pull this bitch from deep like Curry with the sleeve on
The label aint just taking me, they putting my whole team on
We knock knock snatchin up at your door, it ain't no ding dong
And this year I'm taxing niggas, ain't no free songs
Lil mama turnt, she getting lit off the beatbox
Like bitch you know you gotta suck it too, ain't no free top
Baby bring yo motherf*cking friend, she could join in
Talkin spicier than Takis that you get from the corn man
My life a movie, gotta put me in 3D just to see me nigga
I'm at the point where they think every bitch is mine cause they see me with her
Cut that nigga off, he couldn't carry all the baggage with him
This nigga play, I have my Victorvillains, go thrash a nigga
Somebody pass the lighter, think I'm finna spark up
Hoopers and some trappers, we know how to turn the park up
Trying to reach us, you can climb a hundred ladders, we too far up
Seen his whip and boxed him in, a hundred shots gon' lift this car up
Better watch out it get dangerous in the night city
Nowadays keep my blick cause the fight risky
Told her ass to zip it, my little bitch keep trying to fight with me (My bitch crazy)
Just rock wit HNR , you get your flights free
F*cked off 4 bands at the mall, but that's a light spree
Just wake up and chase a M, brodie keep going
You keep on selling all my f*cking lobs, but I'ma keep throwin
I know a bitch who had like 4 or 5 abortions, but she keep hoeing
I got a bitch from everywhere, finna go to Dallas
Pull the baddest bitch that they all want, I don't need no practice
Never need a warm up, I don't need no plays to score
I'm only trying to win when it's April, no Final Four
Catch me in June, that's when I get hot
Just had a winning season, I'm the number one spot
F*ck the broom, we wet em up, brodie bring out the mops
And they know we gon' keep getting bigger every time we drop
HNR PIE - Night City Lyrics
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Alright, yeah
They know that nigga PIE be scoring, he be getting buckets
And yal niggas can't f*ck with him,
They think he a red flag because he keeps some sluts wit him
And every beat that nigga talking spicy like buffalo wings
Run up 100 M's on the track like I run for the team
And don't ever try to test my f*cking shooter, he equipped with a beam
She took away my whole high, bro pass me the lean
Amiri store, I'm a fly guy, aint no wings on my back
She told her friends not to f*ck with me cause she know I'm a Mac
Now I think about it, she said that cause she wanted me back
She ain't even know, I was f*cking with her friend for a while now
Kept it P, I'm too f*cking slick, she never found out
Keep it P, that pussy super pretty, put that shit on me
You out here paying for the Pai and we get pints for free
Big ass Drac in the hoodie pocket, make my shoulder hang
I'm too icy with this shit, feel like Trae Young with the floater game
Finna pull this bitch from deep like Curry with the sleeve on
The label aint just taking me, they putting my whole team on
We knock knock snatchin up at your door, it ain't no ding dong
And this year I'm taxing niggas, ain't no free songs
Lil mama turnt, she getting lit off the beatbox
Like bitch you know you gotta suck it too, ain't no free top
Baby bring yo motherf*cking friend, she could join in
Talkin spicier than Takis that you get from the corn man
My life a movie, gotta put me in 3D just to see me nigga
I'm at the point where they think every bitch is mine cause they see me with her
Cut that nigga off, he couldn't carry all the baggage with him
This nigga play, I have my Victorvillains, go thrash a nigga
Somebody pass the lighter, think I'm finna spark up
Hoopers and some trappers, we know how to turn the park up
Trying to reach us, you can climb a hundred ladders, we too far up
Seen his whip and boxed him in, a hundred shots gon' lift this car up
Better watch out it get dangerous in the night city
Nowadays keep my blick cause the fight risky
Told her ass to zip it, my little bitch keep trying to fight with me (My bitch crazy)
Just rock wit HNR , you get your flights free
F*cked off 4 bands at the mall, but that's a light spree
Just wake up and chase a M, brodie keep going
You keep on selling all my f*cking lobs, but I'ma keep throwin
I know a bitch who had like 4 or 5 abortions, but she keep hoeing
I got a bitch from everywhere, finna go to Dallas
Pull the baddest bitch that they all want, I don't need no practice
Never need a warm up, I don't need no plays to score
I'm only trying to win when it's April, no Final Four
Catch me in June, that's when I get hot
Just had a winning season, I'm the number one spot
F*ck the broom, we wet em up, brodie bring out the mops
And they know we gon' keep getting bigger every time we drop
They know that nigga PIE be scoring, he be getting buckets
And yal niggas can't f*ck with him,
They think he a red flag because he keeps some sluts wit him
And every beat that nigga talking spicy like buffalo wings
Run up 100 M's on the track like I run for the team
And don't ever try to test my f*cking shooter, he equipped with a beam
She took away my whole high, bro pass me the lean
Amiri store, I'm a fly guy, aint no wings on my back
She told her friends not to f*ck with me cause she know I'm a Mac
Now I think about it, she said that cause she wanted me back
She ain't even know, I was f*cking with her friend for a while now
Kept it P, I'm too f*cking slick, she never found out
Keep it P, that pussy super pretty, put that shit on me
You out here paying for the Pai and we get pints for free
Big ass Drac in the hoodie pocket, make my shoulder hang
I'm too icy with this shit, feel like Trae Young with the floater game
Finna pull this bitch from deep like Curry with the sleeve on
The label aint just taking me, they putting my whole team on
We knock knock snatchin up at your door, it ain't no ding dong
And this year I'm taxing niggas, ain't no free songs
Lil mama turnt, she getting lit off the beatbox
Like bitch you know you gotta suck it too, ain't no free top
Baby bring yo motherf*cking friend, she could join in
Talkin spicier than Takis that you get from the corn man
My life a movie, gotta put me in 3D just to see me nigga
I'm at the point where they think every bitch is mine cause they see me with her
Cut that nigga off, he couldn't carry all the baggage with him
This nigga play, I have my Victorvillains, go thrash a nigga
Somebody pass the lighter, think I'm finna spark up
Hoopers and some trappers, we know how to turn the park up
Trying to reach us, you can climb a hundred ladders, we too far up
Seen his whip and boxed him in, a hundred shots gon' lift this car up
Better watch out it get dangerous in the night city
Nowadays keep my blick cause the fight risky
Told her ass to zip it, my little bitch keep trying to fight with me (My bitch crazy)
Just rock wit HNR , you get your flights free
F*cked off 4 bands at the mall, but that's a light spree
Just wake up and chase a M, brodie keep going
You keep on selling all my f*cking lobs, but I'ma keep throwin
I know a bitch who had like 4 or 5 abortions, but she keep hoeing
I got a bitch from everywhere, finna go to Dallas
Pull the baddest bitch that they all want, I don't need no practice
Never need a warm up, I don't need no plays to score
I'm only trying to win when it's April, no Final Four
Catch me in June, that's when I get hot
Just had a winning season, I'm the number one spot
F*ck the broom, we wet em up, brodie bring out the mops
And they know we gon' keep getting bigger every time we drop
Writer: HNR PIE
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