Sippin the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over Frr
Sippin the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over Frr
Sippin the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over
Ima ride til the beat is over
Two Chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the King Cobra
Slimin them out, dawg, I didnt have to think it over
Earl on the beat
Frr
Sippin the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over Uh
Ima ride til the beat is over Uh
Two Chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa Go
And I move like the King Cobra Go
Slimin them out, dawg, I didnt have to think it over Slatt
This lil bitch, Ima bend her over
After Im done, called the gang, Ima send her over Gang
Im in tune with the UPS Yeah
Waitin on packages, KP gon do the rest
Got some bitches in Budapest
Strapped with them Ks, they walk round wearin bullet vests
Ooh, frr
I need you to do more, but speak less
Youngins gon open, uh
Youngins gon open em up like some Mucinex Go
Give me top, baby, keep the sex Go
My dick get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didnt have 100 bands Beep
Now Im outside with the gang doin the money dance
Im a rush hour road runner Mm
Im a rush hour road runner, like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatin pans Beat it
Lil brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans Buh, buh, beep
Sunday through Sunday Sunday
I got them bitches comin on the runway On the runway
Fuck with the feng shui Fuck with
Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei Krr
Fold it up Nisei Fold it
You wasnt round at the gym back at Lin Lay
Beep
Split
Yeah
Uh-huh Too much slime, Earl, hold it on
Yeah Hold that shit down, nigga
Uh-huh Ima see it, you gon see it and now he see it
Really had a doubt
Uh-huh Feel me
Uh-huh For real, uh-huh, uh-huh
Beep, look Go
Im hated the most, I dont give a damn Go
I used to swipe for nothin through Skype
Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam Swipe
Dont be like me, Im a meanie
Still ridin dirty round town like a millionaire Dont be like me
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware Shit, ayy, fuck
Im crackin this bitch like some software Go
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin down Phew, go the sound
Im in New York, need a loft here Damn
Bitch, Im a motherfuckin boss here Damn
No, aint no nigga soft here Fuck em
My niggas down, they came from the town Phew
They let it off here Slatt
Audemars Piguet, ice me Ice
Where I be fuckin this Pisces?
She wanna beat up a wifey She was down
I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds
Damn, them shits look like a icy Ice
If Im school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than an IT Yeah
Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down Frrt, frrt, hold it down
Yeah, whole time niggas never lie
Niggas keep a 100 rounds Whole time, frrt
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me
Do them like Macaulay Caulkin Shit, shit, shit, yeah
250 for the Bentley coupe, I aint drivin, leave it, park it Fif, yeah
Lot of my choices, dumb shit
Cant pull up on the block on that dumb shit
My niggas got red on their head
Red on their head on some Trump shit Brrt
Im swervin the Bourbon down Highland Skrt
Swervin the whip on some drunk shit Swerve
Im not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead Prrt, prrt, prrt
Wont get offended, my conscience Poh
These bitches hang round for the content Bitch
It took me way out of context Oh
And youngin go blow like a suntext Shit, beep
Live everywhere like some Germex Hee
Just tell my nigga, His turn next God
Burn that shit down Ploom
Bitch, Im a burnup Burn
Yeah Burn, yall gotta earn that Brrt
Dont speak on no shit you dont know about
Before you speak on it, go learn that
Shit, shit, yeah Shit
For real, keepin this shit for real Beep
Three own them, two I should kill Yeah
I dont even know how to feel, yeah Beep
Nah, whole time, niggas hold shit down Frrt, frrt, hold it down
Yeah, whole time, niggas never lie
Niggas keep a 100 rounds Whole time, frrt
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me
Do them like Macaulay Caulkin Shit, shit, shit, yeah
250 for the Bentley coupe, I aint drivin, leave it, park it Fif, yeah
Frr, frr Go
Frr, frr
Frr, frr