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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ah
(Ah, ah)
Huh
(David Wesson)
You ain't really livin' what you rappin'
(You **** cappin')
Y'all **** really need to quit with all that cappin'
(Now)
Ghetto boys the army, I'm the captain
(I'm the boss ****)
Tryin' to get some money, well let's get this shit crackin'
(Let's eat)
Heard your man's died, then what happened?
(That's crazy)
When I found out the lose, I couldn't even stop laughing
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Shittin' on these ****, need a napkin
(ASAP)
Top down, ran through my hood, bitches say I'm ratchet
(I'm ratchet)
I'm ballin' on these **** like I'm Magic
(Magic Johnson)
Roller 3-5 in the wood and I don't even pass it
(No)
I'ma fuck his bitch then I'ma pass him
(Get this bitch)
Brody liked the bitch, I told my **** he can have her
(Facts)
Good dope been through the plastic
(Strong)
All this shit I've been through, boy you can't even imagine
(No)
Had to take a chance to be a champion
(For real)
I don't see no other way to ride coupes and live in mansions
(Nah)
We ain't fallin' out about no money and no bitches
(Never)
What you cop and what I send it to my **** in the penitentiary
(Peni')
I could teach you somethin', you should listen
(Facts)
Gave Gary thirty for the watch just so you could see it glisten
(Facts)
Broke ass ****, keep your distance
(Please)
'Cause it ain't shit for us to load up them straps and goin' missin'
(It ain't)
Put on all black and come and get you
(Ya)
Potato on the .357, you won't even hear it hit you
Bait a bitch with the money like I'm fishin'
(Uh)
Hit a bad bitch from the back while I'm pulling out her inches
(Ya)
She see back bank account, this shit ridiculous
(It's crazy, crazy)
**** think it's rap, but I really got this shit up out the kitchen
(Dope)
Just got another check, not to mention
(Not to mention, not to mention)
Just got another plug, not to mention
(For real)
Why you in the club, if you ain't tippin'
(Why?)
Standin' 'round looking, man I swear you **** worse than a business
(**** broke)
All this damn designer got me drippin'
Catch us all out at one time, bitch you looking at a ticket
(A million)
The car go too fast, can't get a ticket
(Skrrt)
Blue hundreds fresh up out the bank, man I swear these bitches sticky
(Can't even spread it)
Good drink in my two cups, yeah
(Mug)
Shit got me moving slow like I'm drunk and screwed up
(Uh)
Told your bitch "Choose up to move up" Yeah
(Pimp shit)
Two Roleys, honestly, I'm doing too much
(Yeah)
What they doing?
I don't give two fucks yeah
(Fuck 'em)
Fuckin' three hoes at one time, I'm boo'd up
Shit we doing it on the regular, yo' move hun
(Yo' move hun)
And my goons hungry, **** don't get chewed up
(Boy)
Two thousand dollars for these fucking shoes
(Moves)
Come and get your bitch, she tryna fuck the crew
(Ha, ha)
I know you heard about us bitch, you know the rules
(For real)
They tryna keep her with us, but we on a move
(Gone)
If I make the call, my **** coming through
(Now, now)
If I make the call, your sister coming through
(Now, now)
Slap her lips with my dick and she love it too
(She love it)
Slap her ass, grab her hips, now she cumming too
(Ha, ha)
She gon' bring her friend, yeah they come in twos
(Facts)
Aunty at the front, she comin' with the blues
(I'm waitin' on you)
Drop it in the water, turn the brick to two
(Yeah)
Bitch we run the city, don't get shit confused
Written by: Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks