Outro

Whats up my name peezy
How you doing you cant find me
I be in the cut hella tucked with the big truck
Shooter in the front alert he got that thang tucked
Don't move too fast
Duck
He make that thang bust
Don't move too fast
Fuck
She make that thang bust
Middle fingers up to the niggas that rep that funny love
I don't want your money
I don't want your time
Gimme my space
When I tell you that you getting outta line
Get outta my way
When I'm coming through
I don't like the line
Coming through and swiping shit
You gon' get declined
I don't like your attitude
Your homie against mine
Through the spine with that iron
Nigga feel the burn
Niggas talking shit then it is your wig that ima turn
Coming through that lighter with the fire
Burn the herb
You gon know the name before the fame
And thats on church
You the worst
Please disperse
MCRK taking first and thats my word

Money is the issue
So fuck it
We out to get it
Need me some blue hunnids
Ain't settling for nothin' pathetic
Ima do my own
Ima show you just where I'm headed
Ima do my own
Ima show you just where I'm headed

Give me the seas
Split it like Moses
Player turn to coaches
We shining bright over the shade
Fuck waves
I've brought a tide switch
I'm leaving out minimum wage
Got raged with all the nonsense
Bammo just talking his shit
He weak
He just got confidence
Put me in front of an audience
Promise to mix the ambience
I'm taking this leap for my faith
I'm straight
I got the confidence
Bitter inside of your grave
I'll pave cuz I'll be honest
Anything other than that
Not rap
Then I ain't on it



Credits
Writer(s): Marline Pompee
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