Pesci Lyrics - Tyga

[Intro:] 

You know, I think you got the wrong impression about me 

I think in old fairness, I should explain to you exactly what I do. 

I ain't happy for nobody! 

I ain't happy for nobody! 

He brought killer, that nigga catpillar 

Won't hit her, only hit bad bitches, that's thriller! 

King … last king, 

Nigga sending out shots, I'mma need the Jordan ring! 

Uh, f uck you mean, this is really mean, gotta get polite, 

Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe. 

I don't wanna see you twerk, we're about to fuck life 

Got an Asian hoe pussy, go deep, Jerry Rice! 

I'm a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer 

Don't play with the great nigga, that's RZA! 

Ask my bitch to tell you ain't no nigga 

Like the one I got, the game gorilla. 

Back in my back like a Philly nigga click 

Came extending grip, armor's with the ruga, easy ruthless 

Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is too shit 

Don't get two shits, but you gonna make that nigga pull it 

But shit! 

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I'm fucking stupid! 

I don't give a fuck about you, Al! 

It's my business, that's what I do! 

Look at my face, look at my wrist, look at my waist! 

Niggas is fake! Number one reason we'll never be late! 

Me, I get cake, and I don't speak for them niggas that can't 

Hustle the great, sending them shop, but robbing them banks. 

Fuck what you think! 

I will slow that, fuck what you're saying 

Niggas was playing, me I just went from a bucket to Benz 

Up in the pen, where they predicted I'll be out in ten 

Humble begins, but now I still sound hard, it don't make no sense. 

Fly to Japan, pay me cash, convert it to yen, 

Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man! 

Go get your friend, I fucked you already, can fuck you again! 

Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man! 

I say it again! 

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I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president. 

Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though. 

What up... 

It's going up like a staircase, rare bape and the real one 

Nowhere near fake, real estate 

Paint a picture, yeah I illustrate 

Young G getting paper like a dinner plate 

Like I'm dealing weight, you a pillow case 

Bass bang make the building shake 

Uh, got my city on me like I got it tatted 

Gold chain, bustin' semi automatic 

My girl booty big you might wanna grab it 

But if you reach for it, you ain't coming back with 

Nada, keep heat like Nevada 

In the summer …. number one stunner 

Got gas like an H1 hammer, 

Turn a good girl to a track runner 

Niggas don't wanna, call ‘em, and my check 

Keep a whole lot of comas! 

For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, 

Take a walk down over to the bank and… 

Walk in and see and, 

Uh… if you don't have my money for me, 

I'll crack your fucking head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. 

Let's go! 

Valet when I'm parking 

OG when I spark it 

Money speak when I'm talking 

J-J's on when I'm walking 

Stay fired up like arson 

You can't touch my garments 

Up late nights pass Carson 

Drinking large proportions 

Of that turn up, juice, got your girlfriend, loose 

Shaken' that ass, listening to Luke 

Give a nigga all hole no loops, 

Give a nigga all brain no lip, 

I be at the ball hanging no grip, 

Pants sagging on four fifth 

My security bullets like four inches. 

Kick that shit like four ninjas 

Did that shit for my niggas who 

Made it out the hood to the good side 

B-bossing up with no tie 

You heard it through the … 

And I was actually there 

Yeah, it's clear who's been getting to the bread like … 

I'll be there in the morning, you can fucking try me, fatso!. 

You fucking try me!