One for Peedi Crakk

It's not a game I'm from Philly

Go by the name P Crizzy, Mac Milly

Used to be with Young Frizzy in a 'Lac rolling on twigs

People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the, bang, bang

Please don't forget me, street moguls learned in the city, sing

Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number

Alias you've been living under, the MAC goes, ring

Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother

Got a hit on your brother like, motherfucker don't blink

Crakk smack a tooth out your choppers

Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you fuckers, wait

That's just enough for you to follow

Heavyweight rap, I spit too much for you to swallow

Blap, blap, number one with a bullet

Play with them guns to the fullest

Your stupid ass get clapped, rap

About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you

Treat it just like that

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting

All of a sudden there's six million ways to rhyme

There's still six million ways to D-I-E

I'll smack your P-Y-T, with the butt of the nine, ****

I live my rhymes, y'all ain't Free

But y'all know y'all heard of him

**** cannot serve him, not see him when he floating by

Windows be dark tinted

Stop playing, think touching him, trouble you deep in it

Glock spraying, it's just the principle, my principality

Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for tours

What you fools think, full bank money from shows

It's the Roc, bitch, I'm on your block, bitch

I'm in the cockpit, you think it's a Rolls

So what if it's borrowed from Mac, gotta take it back

Ain't gotta borrow the gat, push your shit back

Free, house the trap, push your release date back

Me and Crakk at it again, add it to wax

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing

It's not a game I'm from Philly

Go by the name Young Chris or Young Gunna

Know my partner Young Neefi, we the youngest of the gang

Mamis know that I don't need 'em, and I treat 'em all the same

Closest thing to my thing, is my thing, thing

****, they act dumb like they Bing things

Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, sing

**** on the streets whispering, police districting

Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ric's diss Shamel

The dough, getting it, 'bout the flow switching them

Got the greatest listening, haters fourth-fifthing them

Blazing not missing them, L.A. missing him

Rhyming thing got his momma think it's cousin Chris and them

Though he in a better place, being here he rather too

But our father call your number when he ready too

Do not bother, the rumble **** ready too

Bang you in a second, keep the banger for protection

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing

It ain't a game I'm from Philly

Go by the name B. Sigie, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens

Broad Street Bully, MAC on fully, bitch

My whole squad sing chitty-bang-bang

Make the city gang bang, State Prop, chain gang

Y'all ain't said a damn thing, we should bang things

****, we can do the damn thing

The war ain't over till that fat bitch sing

Got a last bullet from my MAC clip ring, mane

My whole clique gon' rain, a half a clip will melt ya

For shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle

Set you in the spittle then bring it back again

It ain't a thing to make your brains go hang, mane

Got bitches on the dame thing

Cause they like the way the S-P chain swing

City of Philly, know that city brought your city the slang

My squad with me and they ready to bang, bang

Now one's for Peedi Crakk, and two's for Free

Three for Young Gunna, and four for Sig'

You know it's S-P, yes, we above in those things

First the MAC go ring, and when it's done it go ting, sing