Peaked
Hittas talking but I never hear a
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the
Big moves, put ma pen to the
Step up in the game, all ya faves just
Peaked
Got that hittas future looking bleak
Any hittas talking s, could take themselves a seat
20 from the city, couples blocks from Lafitte
Hittas packing heat, but I put em in the fleece
Issa Winter vibe
Never took an L, I stay repping with the winner vibes
Switch up on them hittas, issa Jenner vibe
Hit em with the brah like them hittas on the Kenner vibes
F Mayor Ben Zahn
Him and David Duke could suck a d with the klan
Yes, I'm Nola repping, and I'm repping with the NIKE check
Get that b impeached, that hitta need to get his psyche checked
Issa threat, b a wreck, hittas see me shooting, and they hit the deck
All them hittas bluffing, if you bout it, hitta, issa bet
All facts, no shade, but I Ray Bands
No, I ain't tryna take the power, but I Saiban
We the pack, and we coming for the sheep
Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach
Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat
Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets
Hittas talking but I never hear a peep
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet
Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
Yes, I am the one, and they know
Petty little hittas, they ain't messing with ma flow
Yes, I get the bills and they John like the dough
Yes, I pack tingz, issa brand like a co
F up the quo, now them hittas tryna blast back
B, I'm from the west, like Lil' Jimmy, I'ma blast off
Hitta I'ma get the last laugh
I'ma get the home run, hittas hit it out of bounds
Hittas def, tone dumb, washed up, out of sounds
I'm the present and the future, hittas past tense
Hittas shooting blanks like I don't know that hitta lack sense
So I Hulk up, show em what the gamma do
Doubting on the pen, had to show em how the grammar do
I'm the emcee, b, what ya hammer do
Tryna hit the head, but I nail, like the hammer do
We the pack, and we coming for the sheep
Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach
Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat
Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets
Hittas talking but I never hear a peep
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet
Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the
Big moves, put ma pen to the
Step up in the game, all ya faves just
Peaked
Got that hittas future looking bleak
Any hittas talking s, could take themselves a seat
20 from the city, couples blocks from Lafitte
Hittas packing heat, but I put em in the fleece
Issa Winter vibe
Never took an L, I stay repping with the winner vibes
Switch up on them hittas, issa Jenner vibe
Hit em with the brah like them hittas on the Kenner vibes
F Mayor Ben Zahn
Him and David Duke could suck a d with the klan
Yes, I'm Nola repping, and I'm repping with the NIKE check
Get that b impeached, that hitta need to get his psyche checked
Issa threat, b a wreck, hittas see me shooting, and they hit the deck
All them hittas bluffing, if you bout it, hitta, issa bet
All facts, no shade, but I Ray Bands
No, I ain't tryna take the power, but I Saiban
We the pack, and we coming for the sheep
Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach
Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat
Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets
Hittas talking but I never hear a peep
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet
Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
Yes, I am the one, and they know
Petty little hittas, they ain't messing with ma flow
Yes, I get the bills and they John like the dough
Yes, I pack tingz, issa brand like a co
F up the quo, now them hittas tryna blast back
B, I'm from the west, like Lil' Jimmy, I'ma blast off
Hitta I'ma get the last laugh
I'ma get the home run, hittas hit it out of bounds
Hittas def, tone dumb, washed up, out of sounds
I'm the present and the future, hittas past tense
Hittas shooting blanks like I don't know that hitta lack sense
So I Hulk up, show em what the gamma do
Doubting on the pen, had to show em how the grammar do
I'm the emcee, b, what ya hammer do
Tryna hit the head, but I nail, like the hammer do
We the pack, and we coming for the sheep
Call me by ma name, hittas reaching for the peach
Hittas ducking, when they hear me on the beat
Every time I drop another, hittas changing out they sheets
Hittas talking but I never hear a peep
Got em spooked, yeah they cold in the feet
Big moves, put ma pen to the sheet
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
Step up in the game, all ya faves just peaked
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Writer(s): Kyle Payne
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