Letra Pieces on my neck. Yfn Lucci

Pieces on my neck.

Yeah, yeah
Hmm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look

Why niggas paintin' they nails and livin' fairytales?
I was sittin' up in my cell, I chose not to tell
I remember runnin' from 12, now we in V12
Thought I was surrounded by real, guess I ain't see well
Guess I gotta say my farewell, I need some fresh air
Thought I could take everyone there, but it got us nowhere
When I drop, I need to be felt, I never cared about how many we sell
Ayy, Boonk, tell 'em 'bout the women we shared
They say, "More money, more problems," I say, "More money, more tell"
When everything start fallin', that when it all gets clear
But now that's all in the rear, my future brighter than the ice in my ear
Ayy, tell 'em ain't nobody nice as I am, for real

Yeah, for real, you know
A million dollar worth of game, nigga
Ten million in cash, nigga
Five on a house, nigga
The rest in my mouth, you know what the fuck goin'
Look, pieces on my neck, they barely cost me nothin'
Treat these racks like it ain't shit, 'cause I know it gon' keep coming
All these paper cuts, shit hurt in my thumb, but I keep thumbin'
They don't play with us, once I ring the alarm, just know they comin'
Look, 'Rari truck smashin' off the lot, me and cousin
Look, we was hot, but we beat that case, me and buddy
Look, double cup, pour up for lil' bro
Every time niggas mention us, we shot they shit up
Every time somebody mention us, the whole hood pullin' up
That McLaren trunk ain't big enough, that shit can't fit in there, too much stuff
I was pimpin' her, she bought me too much, uh, too much stuff
Ayy, is it real enough? That shit can't fit in there, too much stuff
Look, free Q Money, all this shit here neat, I'm a foreign freak
Got a foreign fleet, foreign bitch sittin' in my passenger seat
She don't wanna go out to eat, she wanna eat, bitch, I been a P
Yeah, every time we fuck, she tell me it was made for me
My lil' bro a smacker, somethin' like Judge, yeah, major leagues
She thought it was more than what it was 'til I made her leave
He thought it was more than what it was, hit him with the cross
Now he sharin' a grave with lil' bruh, I'm a fuckin' boss

Yeah, you know I'm a nine-figure nigga, we put 'em up ten by ten
Spin that bitch and spin it again, you bitch, you
We chasin' money, nigga, fuck friends
Pussy, okay

Twenty grand, they'll knock your big dog off (Facts)
Pour the syrup real muddy, but I never cough (Facts)
Thousand bags of the Turks got him goin' lost
I might throw a drive in they hood 'cause they broke and soft (On God)
Half a ticket every time I hold my wrist up (Facts)
You could fuck my brother, bae, just let me fuck your sister (Facts)
I look out for my bitches, I ain't never been a tricker
If she ask me for some money, first I'm holdin' it against her (21)
GIA my stones, it's a difference, these expensive (Straight up)
He was tough on Instagram until they came and spint him (Frrt)
Buy my cars cash, nah, I used to trap in rentals
And the niggas that you look out for the main ones that get you (Goddamn)
Yeah, all that back bitin', I been the flip (Bitch)
I'm wealthy now, you say my name, ho, add the Mr. (Bitch)
Still hangin' in the trenches with my pistol
I love them ratchet bitches, eat Hot Cheetos with the pickles (Bitch)
Got her body done twice, but it's still smooth (21)
Give me head and get Chanel, I'm in a good mood (Yeah)
That pussy boy ain't killed shit, he a good dude
They sent his ass down the road, he was good food (Ain't poke nothin')
I'm the type to get you splat then play it cool (Smoke 'em)
Next time you see your twin, gon' be on the news (21)
I ain't never like authority, I skipped school (Facts)
Any day you pick a pocket, it be all blues (Facts)
They try to go against me, but they all lose (21)
Grape Street inside my cup, got me DJ Screwed
You put that bitch inside your will, then you Will-A-Fool (Stupid)
She wake up and make you breakfast, then she send me nudes (Stupid)
Had a threesome with her friends, but she never knew (21)
I pop shit like I'm the one and it ain't a two (On God)
You ever go against the team, you get FanDueled
We put that chopper on your twin, nigga, and you (Bitch)

Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch