Mr. Pyrex Man (Explicit)

Intro

Ahhh

Really ain’t **** to talk about

Straight like that….

Chorus

I’m Mr. Pyrex Man

Got my chicken up

Whipping up

dropping off and picking up

Nigga what

My picture still up on seneca (real **** though)

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe I tint it up

Spent more on jewels cuz I dont give a ****

Verse 1

They think I'm good cuz I’m up, well

In a nutshell to labels i’m an up-sale

Street credit plus sales

They say it's luck Well

I prove em wrong

A half a million bucks later

up still they’ll pray to see us fail (I know)

I'm really living

Crib way out the city limit

Back the big up the 8 balls only take 20 minutes

And niggas know my face card run it up

I don't take long

As far as albums I hate yall’s, my **** be really hitting

Threw a duffle bag

Right to the plug like a shuffle pass

Impossible I blew through obstacles niggas struggle pass

Gave niggas game and they fumbled that

I Come with that

Humble flex this cartier dripping doing jumping jacks

Can’t take niggas serious

I pop big **** and get these rap niggas furious

My ***** be like period

Stones in the cuban get cold as lake erie get

Weak advice from **** niggas who aint gimmie **** (Ah)

Chorus

Got my chicken up

Whipping up

dropping off and picking up

Nigga what

My picture still up on seneca

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe I tint it up

Spent more on jewels cuz I don’t give a ****

Verse 2

What yall niggas know about the streets

On the internet talking freely

Never touched this kind of paper

And secretly you wanna be me

Your hustle off completely

But i'm reading off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly

My team going for a three-peat

Im holy as the vatican

Im passionate

My hunger for ** money and ratchet **** just creeped back sporadically

Put a brick around me and that will be assault and battery

My city ain't seen this before me

And won’t after me

The mail stacked up so i'm sitting on checks

What we gon spend it on next

Jewels dripping on set

I need a spot out in florida

Where the seminoles at

You know jacksonville to tampa

Like I’m Leonard Fournette

I got love for my niggas

Some anxious and some patient

The patient ones up

The others just want cases

Put my chain on the table

And *****es start sunbathing

When I droppped my last **** niggas knew I was done playing

Chorus

Got my chicken up

Whipping up

dropping off and picking up

Nigga what

My picture still up on seneca

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe i tint it up

Spent more on jewels cuz I don’t give a ****

Outro

What yall niggas know about the streets

On the internet talking freely

Never touched this kind of paper

And secretly you wanna be me

Your hustle off completely

But i'm reading off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly

My team going for a three peat