Pints - Guap Tarantino

Psh, brrr

Brrrr, rack-rack-racks

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend

I got a lot of money to bring

Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green

We got a lot of bullets

Make you a murder, then leave the scene

Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams

Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean

Sippin' on purple, it might be pink

Bitch, know what’s up

Put a perc in my cup

Yeah, got them racks up

Bet your bitch gon' fuck

Yeah, bitch

I make rackades off them checks

Diamonds on me, VVS

Diamonds on me, VVS

We didn’t have no pot to piss

So my grandma used to stress

Got the talons in them bitch

They don’t play, they leave a mess

Our niggas solid, we runnin' the block

We don’t say sorry, we pop at the opp

Better admire, we don’t talk to cops

Was underrated, decided to pop

Niggas were hatin', they really were opps

My drip is amazing, spend hunnids on socks

No we don’t play, we just might knock 'em off

My diamonds, they water, might swim with a dolphin

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend

I got a lot of money to bring

Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green

We got a lot of bullets

Make you a murder, then leave the scene

Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams

Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean

Sippin' on purple, it might be pink

Bitch, know what’s up

Put a perc in my cup

Yeah, got them racks up

Bet your bitch gon' fuck

I went green, racks, they go «Ca-ching»

Make them birdies sing

Sign the team, and we left the scene

She just popped a bean

Find my lane, on these niggas

I don’t owe no apologies

Found my lane, we don’t trick-or-treat

We trickin' Halloween

Need my money like the first

the gang, then went vert

Make her sing, just like church

Fuck her brain, make her hurt

Suck my dick, make her burp

On a plane, like to splurge

Yeah, yeah

I’m on gas and lean and popped a perc

Yeah, yeah

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I got lot pints of the lean

I’m on the drugs, I am a fiend

I got a lot of money to bring

Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green

We got a lot of bullets

Make you a murder, then leave the scene

Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams

Slow like a turtle, I’m on the lean

Sippin' on purple, it might be pink

Bitch, know what’s up

Put a perc in my cup

Yeah, got them racks up

Bet your bitch gon' fuck