P.B.G (Pretty Boy Gangsta)

Oh, better tell me where your hidin' if I can't seek
Tell me what level your on if I can't reach
Somewhere in the middle
Is where we're gonna have to meet
Trill nigga with his all gold rings and gold teeth
Got me looking like a bag of money
He looking like a bag of money
Spend it on me, talk ain't nothing if it don't swipe or beep
If we're spending on the cheap, bitch better keep the receipt
Tell 'em take a back seat, it's gotta be your ride
Party party party, it's gotta be all night
Everything's swaggy, it's gotta worn right
If your looking for a tramp I can't be your type
Got the deejay here playin' them bangers
All we need is more girls and more guys
Get everyone trippy so that they could be honest
Cause when they're not it's bullshit and more lies
And it goes like

Oh, I'm the head up in the ship
Nothin' goes down when I'm up in this bitch
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Ladies get your pretty boy gangsta quick
Show up at the party lookin' all chic with my two main girls (?)
Fuckin' with my click (?)
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is

Tell me where you are if you want you can come find me
Me looking forever I'll tell you that's unlikely
If you're not him, well I'm so sorry
But I have no choice but to let you down politely
Give me what I want and not anything less
Or give me the whole world I promise to invest
I'm a Bougie girl not wearing a pink dress
So if he's wearing skinnies I'm showin' him interest
I got them all impressed, they like my style
A couple years passed and I got 'em like how?
I swear she was Little Simbi when I met her
Now she doing big things and making them go wild
oh, yeah that's me, I'm doing you all proud
And I promise I'm heading beyond them clouds
So if I haven't already I just wanna thank ya
But for now I'm looking for my Pretty Boy Gangsta
Pretty boy

Oh, I'm the head up in the ship
Nothin' goes down when I'm up in this bitch
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Ladies get your pretty boy gangsta quick
Show up at the party lookin' all chic with my two main girls (?)
Fuckin' with my click (?)
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is

I'm most definitely feeling the vibe on this
I reckon it's um, it's more of a chilled sort of um, sort of sound
But um, I don't know sometimes
I like to do weird shit like switch it up, anyway

Got the baddest ever flows and they know that they love 'em
Got these laps around the track and they really want me to run
And if you piss me off, then piss me off by just pressing the button
But don't be surprised if I switch on you all of a sudden, oh
It's the endin' I'm feeling it coming
If you put a guitar in my hands, I probably will strum it
And sing along, if you know the words better to hum it
Sing it boy, I know you got a little voice for a pretty boy, oh

Oh, I'm the head up in the ship
Nothin' goes down when I'm up in this bitch
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Ladies get your pretty boy gangsta quick
Show up at the party lookin' all chic with my two main girls (?)
Fuckin' with my click (?)
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is
Tell me where my pretty boy gangsta is