Lil Skies - Pivot


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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Zerby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I stay on my pivot, ain't takin’ no brakes
Tell 'em fuck niggas: "Get out of my face"
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist
If you try me I’ll get you out the way
She wanna know what I'm doin', I'm catchin' theses plays
I'm really tryna fill up my safe
I'm givin' them pain, I’m givin’ them bass
I got them tattoed right on my face
He talk to the rat, that nigga a snake
I know how he playin', that nigga a jake
I’m in the trap, I can't say a thing
Your nigga be talkin' and givin' ’em names
I'm smokin' on gas and servin' propane
Brodie be lurkin' tryna catch him a stain
Tryna catch him a hat, but no, he don't cap, huh
He takin' your brain

I talk to my demon, let him up the chain
He be my twin, yеah, that nigga my gang
If I see a nigga I don't like
I promise that shit can go crazy, that shit gon' go bang
I'm makin' money, I do it for surе
I got the gas and that shit for the low
I got the fiends linin' up at the store
You know how I'm comin', I'm stuck on my glow
Ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha) Gotta laugh at these niggas
I gotta go, I'm passin' these niggas
I gotta go, I'm passin' these niggas
I gotta go, yeah, I'm passin' these niggas
I'm rollin' up weed, I ain't smokin' no swishers
I'm wearin' Rick Owen, she know how I'm comin'
She know how I'm bummin', she know I'm that nigga
Makin' that music that makin' 'em shiver, huh
Givin' 'em chills, fuck all that shit, yeah, I'm payin' the bill
I gotta go, that for the thrill
I pop a–, that for the thrill
I did a–, it gave me the chills
I got a bih, she gotta bih
She wanna go (Uh-huh), that bitch for real

I stay on my pivot, ain't takin' no brakes
Tell 'em fuck niggas: "Get out of my face"
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist
If you try me I'll get you out the way
She wanna know what I'm doin', I'm catchin' theses plays
I'm really tryna fill up my safe
I'm givin' them pain, I'm givin' them bass
I got them tattoed right on my face
He talk to the rat, that nigga a snake
I know how he playin', that nigga a jake
I'm in the trap, I can't say a thing
Your nigga be talkin' and givin' 'em names
I'm smokin' on gas and servin' propane
Brodie be lurkin' tryna catch him a stain
Tryna catch him a hat, but no, he don't cap, huh
He takin' your brain

Like, lift up your arm, and aim off the hip
Lil brodie gon' pop off the rip
If I'm bein' honest, you niggas some shit
And I'm really legit
I'm goin' hard, I never could quit
Pop you like a zit
I'm with the creatures that hang in the mist
Came up from nothin', you know what it is
I take a one and I turn it to two
I swear I'ma do what I do
You nigga be talkin', but not makin' moves
And honestly y'all be some fools
Yeah, I got a heart but can't give it to you
I'm lost in the clouds and I'm stuck on the moon
Tryna figure it out, I don't know what to do
I bought me a three but I poured me a two
I gave him some– and it turned up his life
These nigga be talkin', I don't give advice
I got a bitch wanna come buy some ice
She wanna know what a nigga live like
She look up to me, treat a nigga like Christ, huh
She know I'm a God
All of these niggas they really be lame
I know he a fraud

I stay on my pivot, ain't takin' no brakes
Tell 'em fuck niggas: "Get out of my face"
I got a Glock and it's right by my waist
If you try me I'll get you out the way
She wanna know what I'm doin', I'm catchin' theses plays
I'm really tryna fill up my safe
I'm givin' them pain, I'm givin' them bass
I got them tattoed right on my face
He talk to the rat, that nigga a snake
I know how he playin', that nigga a jake
I'm in the trap, I can't say a thing
Your nigga be talkin' and givin' 'em names)
I'm smokin' on gas and servin' propane
Brodie be lurkin' tryna catch him a stain
Tryna catch him a hat, but no, he don't cap, huh
He takin' your brain
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