Pyrex Whippa No Talkin Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Zone six nigga
Pyrex Whippa

[Chorus]
Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red
Looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
p*ssy got [?]
I was liking her jaw
Kill about my bitch, put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze
Givin no option, killin' em all
We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs
.223 bullets, be chopping em up
Won't f*ck with no ratchet
Can't settle for cheap
Yea, Yea
My bitches got money they count it with me
Yea, Yea
Im addicted to money I count in my sleep
Yea, Yea
You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm

[Verse 1]
f*ck her good swap her out with her friend
Quarter mill crop the top of the benz
Clear my vision with cartier lens
Diamonds biting my neck (?)
VVS 1's in my braids you can kiss em
She keep looking she gon be a victim
(?) me a brick, I'm a whippa
Rob a nigga grandma for prescriptions
Mama said im too good, i been triplin
Like a child I was raised by the criplins
I'm too straight up to ever be swisha
I'm too laid back to ever be bitchin
I'm still preying I find me a pigeon
Man I'm flipping I never be trippin
Free my niggas locked up in the system
[Chorus]
Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red
Looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
p*ssy got [?]
I was liking her jaw
Kill about my bitch, put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze
Givin no option, killin' em all We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs
.223 bullets, be chopping em up
Won't f*ck with no ratchet
Can't settle for cheap
Yea, Yea
My bitches got money they count it with me
Yea, Yea
Im addicted to money I count in my sleep
Yea, Yea
You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm

[Verse 2]
Twenty pointer baguette on my neck
Blew a thirty I spent me a check
Shawty nasty I made me a mess
Bought her titties then nut on her chest
And he cripping put that on the set
Call up uzi he toss me a tec
Raining bullets I'm leaving em weak
Your bitch squirting she making a mess
Drowning up to my neck in baguettes
Pointers hittin they (?)
Whippin birds like I got me a missus
Can't be capping like Metro and NAS
(?) it's gone tank through a vest
Baby (?) that shit do the rest
Free my mind that bitch have me in prison
[Chorus]
Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red
Looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
p*ssy got [?]
I was liking her jaw
Kill about my bitch, put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze
Givin no option, killin' em all
We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs
.223 bullets, be chopping em up
Won't f*ck with no ratchet
Can't settle for cheap
Yea, Yea
My bitches got money they count it with me
Yea, Yea
Im addicted to money I count in my sleep
Yea, Yea
You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm