Pieced Up
Said i'm higher than a
Mutherf-ker right now
Tell a lie and say I love her
To her face right now
It's just me and booman
Tryna bust ten scripts
Plug call, go count out 500 at the crib
All I do is move bricks
All we count is drug money
All she do is eat di-k
Got bout 20 thangs now
In a old school regal
Trappin out the trunk in broad day
Like it ain illegal
Imm pieced up, pieced up
Bi—h only gone come around for reefa
Bad lil sh-t gone let me f-k
Bad lil bi—h gone let me f—k
All dese feds keep looking at me
Sell the lows for the highs
And sell the highs for the cheap
JJ with da season
Like some extra on my wings
Throw this h-e a tip
Cause she went extra on her knees
H-e dont even go to work
She got me begging her to leave
Fallback bi—h ain wit all dat jit
H-e can drop dead
Bet ya ain gone call dat bi—h
And you can call ya brother h-e
Ya im wit all dat sh-t
I'm pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
I'm pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
I finally see diamonds on my wrist
No jacksons these franklins
Benji benji my best friend
I been flippin these birds
And they fly like one, two, three
Yea dey going real fast
Pu—y a— ni—as aint getting no past
Real trap ni—a I can front you these bags
If you don't pay then you know we on your a—
Im in the zoneee bi—h
Im pieced up, pieced up
Bi—h only gone come around for reefa
Bad lil sh-t gone let me f—k
Bad lil bi—h gone let me f-k
Mutherf-ker right now
Tell a lie and say I love her
To her face right now
It's just me and booman
Tryna bust ten scripts
Plug call, go count out 500 at the crib
All I do is move bricks
All we count is drug money
All she do is eat di-k
Got bout 20 thangs now
In a old school regal
Trappin out the trunk in broad day
Like it ain illegal
Imm pieced up, pieced up
Bi—h only gone come around for reefa
Bad lil sh-t gone let me f-k
Bad lil bi—h gone let me f—k
All dese feds keep looking at me
Sell the lows for the highs
And sell the highs for the cheap
JJ with da season
Like some extra on my wings
Throw this h-e a tip
Cause she went extra on her knees
H-e dont even go to work
She got me begging her to leave
Fallback bi—h ain wit all dat jit
H-e can drop dead
Bet ya ain gone call dat bi—h
And you can call ya brother h-e
Ya im wit all dat sh-t
I'm pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
I'm pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
Pieced up
I finally see diamonds on my wrist
No jacksons these franklins
Benji benji my best friend
I been flippin these birds
And they fly like one, two, three
Yea dey going real fast
Pu—y a— ni—as aint getting no past
Real trap ni—a I can front you these bags
If you don't pay then you know we on your a—
Im in the zoneee bi—h
Im pieced up, pieced up
Bi—h only gone come around for reefa
Bad lil sh-t gone let me f—k
Bad lil bi—h gone let me f-k
Credits
Writer(s): Lefabian Williams, Barry Adams, Demetrius Robbins, Antonio Mckibbins
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