Rich Winns - P2 Lyrics

Sippin' herbal tea, lookin' out my window Smokin Indo, bout to hit up Chief
To see what it's hitting for, shouts my kinfolk R.I.P Parentals, that shit did a lot up to my mental
Not to get sentimental, keep it simple Watch me Switch the tempo
Oops, I mean the topic baby Keep that pussy Poppin', baby

Back it up and drop it, baby On my dick and drive me Crazy
I know that sound real toxic, baby I know you used To me kickin' knowledge, baby
Guess what? But this right here, a bop lil' baby
This pentagram shit, can't be stopped This pyramid Shit, can't be stopped

This pentagram shit, can't be stopped This pyramid Shit, can't be stopped
Cause I spit rhymes equivalent to needles in your Arms
Ohh, that's dopeness, leave a mustard seed up on The plate
That's for the hopeless, if you left me hangin' I'd cut The ties and leave you ropeless

We wakin' em up early, must be Carolina Folgers
Oh no, ain't no mourning in my mornin' Outta place, This state is foreign
Foreign state, so I was whorin' Rich'd her Down, I Left her snorin
Hit the door, I was explorin' They know that the boy Is chosen

And the road is where I holds it, and I'm out
This pentagram shit, can't be stopped This pyramid Shit, can't be stopped
This pentagram shit, can't be stopped This pyramid Shit, can't be stopped