P.M. - R.W.A.S Lyrics

Pull up, Hop out... Pull up, Hop out...

All my nigga with the shit yea
We don't pillow talk with bitches
Only And-1's on them bitches
Rollin' With A Stick yea
We Rollin' with da Stick
N' all my niggas with the Shit
All my niggas with the shit yea

PM lights out Perfect
All my bitches really worth it
All my niggas on the grind yea
Overtime off the curb shit
Wild'n out in Suburban ' Chevy Gang i been trappin in it
Niggas wanna do the most to you when you ain't getting money with them
I spent a check on myself yea feeling like i deserve it
Can't back down on the pressure gotta keep a foot up on they neck doe
I keep a Nina for extras... If they wanna get extra... All my niggas love the Pressure

All my nigga with the shit yea
We don't pillow talk with bitches
Only And-1's on them bitches
Rollin' With A Stick yea
We Rollin' with da Stick
N' all my niggas with the Shit
All my niggas with the shit yea

Shoot my shot that's a And-1
Rollin woods for my stamina
Whole gang with me plus some
We come alive for the cameras
Im with some rebels and bandits
That boy way too hot for you to manage em
F*ck it im out for the Grammy's if it don't work then i got a few plan B's
Mixed with Korean and Spanish she call me over gon 'f*ck on the Acid
1942 snappin' she call me Julio all in that action
Saint Laurent on the fabric
Shit don't come free im taxing
Money bring a little madness
My niggas put em threw some tragic shit