Who the pilot?

And my bitch, she hit me up while I′m driving

And I swear it's a show, not a riotUh

I was tripping, you was tripping, who the pilot?

And my bitch, hit me up while I′m driving

And I swear it's a show, not a riot

And I had a nightmare last night that I wasn't counting up

We had too many hoes in this bitch, I had to round ′em up

And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut ′em off

I been focused on my one-on-one

And I hope your pussy good as my bank account (what you said?)

Ayy, bitch, can I break you off? Trunk waving at the mall

Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain't involved

Geeked on my brudda pack, beat, and I′m overcharged (yeah)

Hurt when I'm serving in it, spread like the word of God

Fuck what a nigga do, reach for some inner peace

Geeked on my side of town, dope when I′m sliding down

Ghost when I'm sliding down, Ghost when I′m sliding down

Porsche when I'm sliding down (what you said?)

All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass

And you got the D'USSÉ falling out your glass

Oh man, I don′t want ya in the club

′Cause your pussy popping start fights in the club

Come through in your new rental car

Bitches all in your face 'cause you a star

And you come with ′bout four-five hoes

Down to fight anything straight out the door

Full, but I make him eat up, yeah, yeah, yeah (on go)

Drunk, but I make him drink up, yeah, yeah, yeah (he gone)

Real, I don't wanna sneak up, yeah, yeah (he gone)

He pop pills, but I make him geek up, yeah, yeah, yeah (grrah)

Drunk on a Saturday, hoes are mad, hoes are mad (hoes are mad)

Dirt, it go that-a-way, hope it′s bad, hope it's fast (hope it′s bad)

Feel real when you grind (yeah), real when you shine (yeah)

Drunk, drunk, drunk on a Saturday (on the way)

Looking back when you spazz with your curls and your ass out

Bad like the girl from the album with ANTI

Keep a bag, pop a tag, go and let it air out

Drop it fast, let it spazz, go and let your hair down

Shush when I say I get it done, when they sneak, I see up

Flip a pack and make it burn, when it done, I link up

Get ahead like you a geek, show no face if you discreet

Come and put the drink on me if you wanna link up (what you said?)

All the hoes with the shorts in ya ass

And you got the D'USSÉ falling out your glass

Oh man, I don't want ya in the club

′Cause your pussy popping start fights in the club

Come through in your new rental car

Bitches all in your face ′cause you a star

And you come with 'bout four-five hoes

Down to fight anything straight out the door