Prettifun Ultra Instinct P Lyrics

[Intro]
Darken the whip with the curtains
Gucci bookbag, I don't want the Birkin
If you look bad then you get deserted
Hundred K sold, then it's dessert (pretti)
Darken the whip with the curtains
Gucci bookbag, I don't want the Birkin
If you look bad then you get deserted
Hundred K sold then— (pretti)

[Refrain]
Darken the room with the curtains
Gucci bookbag, I don't want the Birkin
If you look bad then you get deserted
Hundred K sold, then it's dessert
I know your new shit ass, I ain't heard it
Put a fit on it's gotta be perfect
Nigga lyin' too much, [?] merchant
Smokin' in the dark, yeah, I'm lurkin'

[Chorus]
Huh, chop a nigga, get the f*ck out my circle
I'm only f*ckin' with tens so if you try talkin' to my bitch, she might curve you (Play that shit, bitch)
Hittin' the curb, my nigga just hit the curb in the Benz', takin' his permit
f*ckin' with hoes really gon' teach you a lesson, that some real shit that I'm learnin'
That shit hot, huh, don't play with the heat, huh, these clips gon' burn you
Skinny lil' nigga, still got tat's on my body, even though that shit hurt
Playin' with me nigga, huh, don't play with me, boy, I'd dig your ass in the dirt
I ain't with your bitch, huh, okay, just a little bit, you know that Mikey a flirt

[Verse 1]
Niggas be twistin' my words, they talk out the side of they neck like Kirk
Don't believe what you see on the web, I have way more than my net worth
The bitch is so good to me, but, really, on the low, I'm making her [work][?]
You niggas won't stay in the hood, but, really, I'm cool on that, it's perfect

[Refrain]
Darken the room with the curtains
Gucci bookbag, I don't want the Birkin
If you look bad then you get deserted Hundred K sold, then it's dessert
I know your new shit ass, I ain't heard it
Put a fit on it's gotta be perfect
Nigga lyin' too much, [?] merchant
Smokin' in the dark, yeah, I'm lurkin'

[Verse 2]
Choppin' block, yeah, I'm out of body
Who the f*ck really better than me? Mm, tch, tell that nigga stop it
Got niggas that can go kill about it, flow switch got a nigga head nauseous
If it's "f*ck you," then it's for everybody
Girl, I want the head and your damn body
Takin' off, this in autopilot, I'm the f*ckin' [?], the old way
Tell her suck it slow, yeah, the old way
Suck it too much, need some Colgate
Might drop an album, but, I'm gettin' paid
Then I do a show on the same day
Yeah, she ask for bread like I'm Bill Gates
I replied back, you got [mouse][?], bae?
Huh, huh, shh-shh-shh, huh, hm, yeah
Pretty lil' boy, my nigga clickin' the boy, he shoot that shit 'til it's nothin'
[Seen a movie][?] then we turn his ass into meat, nigga, like, why are you runnin'?
Nigga been plottin' and schemin', I don't need to talk, I do not need to say nothin'

[Chorus]
Huh, chop a nigga, get the f*ck out my circle
I'm only f*ckin' with tens so if you try talkin' to my bitch, she might curve you
Hittin' the curb, my nigga just hit the curb in the Benz', takin' his permit
f*ckin' with hoes really gon' teach you a lesson, that some real shit that I'm learnin'
That shit hot, huh, don't play with the heat, huh, these clips gon' burn you
Skinny lil' nigga, still got tat's on my body, even though that shit hurt
Playin' with me nigga, huh, don't play with me, boy, I'd dig your ass in the dirt
I ain't with your bitch, huh, okay, just a little bit, you know that Mikey a flirt