Stiles - Instructions Lyrics

Pimpin' this ain't what you want
Pistol, yeah it bust
Stuffing midget in a blunt
It ain't loud enough
No talking business on the phone
Homie is you dumb
When I text peroxide
That mean meet me in the cut

Tryna bubble from the muscle so I ain't gotta split the funds
Leather Saint Laurent, with a white tee like the Fonz
Tags on all my garments and I smell like NUMBER (N)INE
Huggin' babymothers at the venue, it's my job
We not worried bout ya plate, more focused on ours
No need to buy the wraith, look at my face to see a star
Stiles be drinking Moët like puff in '99 (yeah)
Taco meat showing (uh), she in Calvin Klein
When you moving watch for opportunist, they'll rob you blind
Overtime till my name boomin' out Wichita
Y'all goin' make me grow an Afro like Richard Pryor
Blow a bag on a m-m-m-Maybach, Ricky Ross
Hitting hoes like Ricky Watters with the ball
Audio dope, place ya order for the raw
South Atlanta at the shell, trappin' words like a bell
I got bundles, that's the merch and the music, here come 12 (skrt)

Pimpin' this ain't what you want
Pistol, yeah it bust
Stuffing midget in a blunt
It ain't loud enough
No talking business on the phone
Homie is you dumb
When I text peroxide
That mean meet me in the cut

Pimpin' this ain't what you want
Pistol, yeah it bust
Stuffing midget in a blunt
It ain't loud enough
No talking business on the phone
Homie is you dumb
When I text peroxide
That mean meet me in the cut

Honey, what you want from me
I can't keep you company
I cannot chill until a couple hundred thou' stuffed in my dungarees
I do not run the streets
I run a company
I keep that medal cause these nigga's jelly and they tryna come for me
When my name worth a couple m's
Maybe I can cuddle with you then
I huddle with the hooligans
Yell break, bust a move again
Spent bread on my shoes again
Bottom red on my shoes again
Dead fresh when I step out
Foul play so the techs out
Being broke make you stressed out
Neiman Marcus bout to check out
Never argue with a big mouth
Hardship to a big house
All Naysayers gettin' Mayweather'd
South beach, that play weather
I like rich women that's getting to a digit (why), cause they taste better

Pimpin' this ain't what you want
Pistol, yeah it bust
Stuffing midget in a blunt
It ain't loud enough
No talking business on the phone
Homie is you dumb
When I text peroxide
That mean meet me in the cut

Pimpin' this ain't what you want
Pistol, yeah it bust
Stuffing midget in a blunt
It ain't loud enough
No talking business on the phone
Homie is you dumb
When I text peroxide
That mean meet me in the cut

Every spitter wish he had a flow like mine
Every pimp wish he had a hoe like mine
If it ain't about the dough, don't hit my line
Don't call me bro n***a I don't know ya moms