Peedi Peedi
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It's not a game, I get busy
Go by the name Pop beezy
Knock Beanie in a cutlass
Copped (?) before I ever copped a chain
BM wanna know who run with me
Nobody but the gang, gang
Allah forgive me
I just came up on a switchy, dog
Peedi Peedi, I heard they got his brother
Run the play, we don't gotta huddle
Get soaked when it rain
Roll down the beanie
My features unrecognizable
Bigger, small niggas sizing you
Before that bell ring
About my past and my future
Them pussies laughing, I'm hookah
I came masked up with Shooter
A (?) package, I'm coolin'
SS wit the coolant kit in trunk
Slump him if his actions get foolish
Think of the time that got lost
Think of the trap that got ruined
The plug said when you see (?) the pack got a bruin
Stamp on the top
Forever flow slicker than fluid
There's not a hating bone inside me
Couldn't get me to do it
Pop one for P.A.B.L.O
Two for C
Blu Caprice
Keep spinning the block actin' like fancy
They don't root for me
Niggas talkin' 'bout how they ballin'
Ain't never hoop with me
Lately on my top 'cause I'm hot
Was never cool with me
Never sat in first class with me
Ain't go to school with me
Say they know the water
Ain't never jump in no pool with me
Wanna shine like me
Ain't never paid for no jewelry
Youngins growin' up watchin' suckas
They think it's cool to be
Fly all my life
Need a pilot to read my eulogy
The jealousy from your kids saying, "You ain't as cool as East"
Foolery
Purse on your hip, that's where your tool should be
The streets shit ain't new to me
Real legends recruiting me, nigga
Ha, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, C
It ain't a game
I'm from Philly
Seen the ticket before Wayne did "A Millie"
No accidental Milli Vanilli's intentions to kill 'em
Internally bleed
New pack burnin' this weed
Kaboni
My savage is burnin' the seeds, hunnid degrees
Never had a degree
A1
Ain't nothin' average 'bout C
Not a skeleton nigga
Ask about me
First they brag about me
They talk shit and make a track about me
But they know how them killas act about me
(?) switches and automatics
Dig ditches and order caskets
More vicious the cemetery
More niggas the more to bury
Nah, this ain't your ordinary
Try to (?) get your order ready
Niggas is fourth quarter ready
Gametime
At the same time get my daughter ready
Razor straw baking soda
Water ready, butter baby
Now it's time to flood it
Got me out her lookin' like I got a major label budget
And your favorite lady love it
All I do is spit crack
I'm an 80's baby
Thuggin' like a navy baby
Five hundred degrees nigga baby, baby
Tan guts navy cedes
These niggas fugazzi
If you ever play me
I throw 'em like Brady
Y'all ain't crazy
I come through like Kobe, wavin' a K, drop eighty
Give me the rock, they can't fade me
Came from the Roc
Shout out to Jay-Z
Shout to dukes, fuck my pops
Shout to Wingohock that raised me
Finger fuckin' this K
You coming this way
We're puttin' em under the pavement
Under the tarp, underdog, I'm comin' for all of ya'll
Time is money, dumb bitch, stop wasting my Audemar
Rock his cradle, we grave 'em, we shootin' like Jason Tatum
We kill 'em, hitman for hire, we killin' whoever paid 'em
Nigga, yellow caution, have 'em bringin' chalk out, we erase 'em
Leave 'em stinkin' in the park wit his bitch tied in a basement
Violator (?)
Don't forget that
This .357 bulldog come with a six-pack, what up, D?
Yeah (six pack, nigga)