Skengdo & A.M - Pitbulls lyrics

[Verse 1: AM] Drop-top, headshot when your roof down A Mally with the bali, got a new sound Boop-boop-boop-boop, that's a tre pound And now your thinking that you should'a never came out 12-gauge dot-dot Chat sh**, get shot This spot's got hot, gotta change out Catting for a hot-wok, or a steakhouse And if my n***a don't eat, I'mma spray rounds And if my n***a got beef then it's my war How many n***as in your set would you die for? And if your n***a got shot, would you shoot back? You got a gun, but you don't know how to use dat [Chorus] Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone [Verse 2: Chief Keef] You got a trap but don't know how to get it jumpin' You in a fast car, but don't even know how to push it I'm in a fast car, getting T like I'm Pusha You say you a k**er, but now we gotta push ya' Two 30's under tee, like I'm Booker Slide on ya late night, like a hooker Send my young boy to smoke you like a hookah They gon' think that he a chef when he cook ya' Pick a chop stick up, and chop you like a butcher Take the magazine, now we pluggin' like it's hooked up You be shootin' in the air like your sh** looked up Let it go til' ain't no more like my sh** booked up [Verse 3: Skengdo] They're like "Skeng, you better calm down" Your gonna end up locked or rottin' in the ground But they know I can't stop, I gotta make the pound Old school, out the window, wouldn't make a sound Hella man chatty, yeah they're b**hes The b**hes tellin' me I should do kissing She's mythin' Only the cash I'd be lipsing The big ting, she shoves it in her mouth, she ain't thinkin' Dem man der fear the kitchen But that's cool, cah the corn game is different You don't wanna see my dargs when we risen You don't wanna see my dargs when we risen [Chorus: AM] Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone [Verse 4: AM] Gimme one chance, gimme one chance Shouts Drake but, I don't need One Dance Need a big red bone, what the bumboclaat? And hometime, if she can't hold firearms I don't f** with that b**h, if that b**h is lame The only reason she about cah' she givin' brain And she a 10 out of 10, then I'm running game And I attempt to catch a M, it's in my f**ing name I attempt to catch a M, it's in my f**ing name I attempt to catch a M, it's in my f**ing name And she a 10 out of 10, then I'm running game And I attempt to catch a M, it's in my f**ing name I was upsuh, billin' up, billin' up grub I'm a shotta, living up in the gutter With a rasta Spinner up, helicopter Then I f**ed up Hit and run I got s**ed up [Chorus: AM] Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own It's best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone