Don Trip - What Pif Said lyrics
[Don Trip - What Pif Said lyrics]
Yeah what Pif said
I made somethin' out of nothin' and
Took that and made a fortune (DTdaKidd)
Shout out to my mama for
Not havin' that abortion (Beat those drums)
Think the NRA oughta offer me an endorsement
Two things I won't pay for
And that's pussy and extortion
I went picked that sack up 'cause
I ain't have many choices
Just broke my phone in half
'cause I keep hearin' voices
Smash on whoever, I don't discriminate and
When life give me lemon
I grab the mic and make hard lemonade
Vacuum seals and digi-scales
I ground and pound like MMA
My guy just dropped that load
I'm 'bout to break 'em down and demonstrate
(Yes)
No money like dope money, oh shit, my bad
I mean show money
A nigga been breakin' down bricks so long I
Ain't there'd be no hope for me
Nigga thought they had the gang
Locked down, silly you
I brought bolt cutters
Throw a laser on the stick
Now I'm in this bitch
Feelin' like a ghostbuster
Who the fuck you gon' call when
All your money's in the air? Real shit
I think the better question is
Who the fuck gon' care?
But that's a rhetorical question
They better have metal detectors
I'm in here with more than one weapon
You know I got more than one weapon on me
I look forward to the nonsense i got issues
I buy new pistols every time
I watch John Wick
And every time I play Call of Duty
And every time I watch an action movie
I could arm a whole neighborhood
I just pray I never have to use 'em
Real talk, if we ain't makin'
No money from it, then the deal's off
And if it is money in the picture
I'ma turn it down if it feels off
I'ma ride 'til the wheels
Off, no slowin' down, cut the brake line
Boy, you wouldn't bust a
Grape in Welch's backyard
I heard it from the grapevine
I'm a gangster like Wayne told
Ms katie Couric on Dateline
Now I'm thirty-somethin' with bad credit
I'ma need a couple tray lines
And all my credit cards paid down
I never learned how to save a dime
Only after you burn your fingers do you
Learn not to play with fire
I hope Pif know he made me proud
I just wish he would've made it out
It's still hard for me to play his songs
And hear his voice without breakin' down
Damn
You'll forever be missed, never gon' forget
Know I gotta rep every other breath
If Heaven had a phone, I would call and text
Long live Pif
(DTdaKidd, Beat those drums)
I made somethin' out of nothin' and
Took that and made a fortune (DTdaKidd)
Shout out to my mama for
Not havin' that abortion (Beat those drums)
Think the NRA oughta offer me an endorsement
Two things I won't pay for
And that's pussy and extortion
I went picked that sack up 'cause
I ain't have many choices
Just broke my phone in half
'cause I keep hearin' voices
Smash on whoever, I don't discriminate and
When life give me lemon
I grab the mic and make hard lemonade
Vacuum seals and digi-scales
I ground and pound like MMA
My guy just dropped that load
I'm 'bout to break 'em down and demonstrate
(Yes)
No money like dope money, oh shit, my bad
I mean show money
A nigga been breakin' down bricks so long I
Ain't there'd be no hope for me
Nigga thought they had the gang
Locked down, silly you
I brought bolt cutters
Throw a laser on the stick
Now I'm in this bitch
Feelin' like a ghostbuster
Who the fuck you gon' call when
All your money's in the air? Real shit
I think the better question is
Who the fuck gon' care?
But that's a rhetorical question
They better have metal detectors
I'm in here with more than one weapon
You know I got more than one weapon on me
I look forward to the nonsense i got issues
I buy new pistols every time
I watch John Wick
And every time I play Call of Duty
And every time I watch an action movie
I could arm a whole neighborhood
I just pray I never have to use 'em
Real talk, if we ain't makin'
No money from it, then the deal's off
And if it is money in the picture
I'ma turn it down if it feels off
I'ma ride 'til the wheels
Off, no slowin' down, cut the brake line
Boy, you wouldn't bust a
Grape in Welch's backyard
I heard it from the grapevine
I'm a gangster like Wayne told
Ms katie Couric on Dateline
Now I'm thirty-somethin' with bad credit
I'ma need a couple tray lines
And all my credit cards paid down
I never learned how to save a dime
Only after you burn your fingers do you
Learn not to play with fire
I hope Pif know he made me proud
I just wish he would've made it out
It's still hard for me to play his songs
And hear his voice without breakin' down
Damn
You'll forever be missed, never gon' forget
Know I gotta rep every other breath
If Heaven had a phone, I would call and text
Long live Pif
(DTdaKidd, Beat those drums)