PEACH STATE PZY

(shhh)
(shhh JPZY)
Pzy I was swerving late
I was Porsche trucking thru the A
Threw up in the suite sink
Can't fit my wallet or my pocket all this profit threw the cake up in a briefcase
First made sure the team straight and then went cashing in my money in the bank ho, I went and bought a tank
I'm Porsche trucking through the Peach State
(shhh)

I was truckin aye
Always been ahead my time since a boy was eight
I'm praying to the Trinity I'm tryna save my fate
I call my bitch infinity because she left me 8
Hollon lemme get em straight I'm Porsche trucking through A
Coming from the city where we flew to space, took the rocket to GA got newer coupes and new estate
Pockets eating more than the Jewish state but I can't spend a dime on a skank, I'm a cheapskate
Aye B, you watching me like C Span tell me how my D taste
The case was so brief ain't even need your briefcase, they tryna get some clickbait, they only bit the dick bait
I ain't fucking wit nun y'all
She gon pull-up and Mhmm
Baby pull-up and Mhmm
Filling that Cayenne truck up look at that bitch it's all mine
It's all mine (shhh, jpeezy)

Porsche trucking thru the A
Cashing in my Money in the Bank, I got my title green briefcase
She said she wanna see the state, my candy paint look like a eight, and the seats is all red like I spilled V8
I'm flying to BK to stay, so you can tell VA I'm on my way, but when you see me in GA I'm Porsche trucking through the A

Cigarillos in that stash spot
They calling me JP Morgan when I'm in that cash spot
That's the bank nigga
Been in and out so much coulda damn near been that Chase nigga
I'm eating steak with your GF outta state nigga
I was on tour I call that shit a double date nigga
And after dinner shawty served a slice of cake nigga
Get took? Or take nigga that's how I was raised nigga

Haters I block out, I smoke to stay sane
Jane to the brain, been really rollin
Niggas sweet and soft as hell they cookie doughy
How they giving advice like they really know me? (shhh)
Rarely see me I'm behind the tints
Ever since I ran up gents I'm Fresher than the Prince
I was in the back of the whip when I was six bumping Prince
Purple raining, purple smoking, purple jersey like I'm Vince, got my elbow in the rim
Ho I really got up, really sickly, really Holy
Speaking boldly, this and that, you need more people, gotta show me
Liquor swiggin, 'Sace scented, JPZ the one and only
Know they hate me, movies daily, movie-stars hit in my basement
Super faded, innovated, niggas hate it, cause we made it
Cleaned my plate ain't save for later
JPZ, I own my label
Ain't got no anger for no hater on my cock
Like how I'm mad when I got Horses squatting on my block? (whatt, JPZ)

Pzy I was swerving late
I was Porsche trucking thru the A
Threw up in the suite sink
Can't fit my wallet or my pocket all this profit threw the cake up in a briefcase
First made sure the team straight and then went cashing in my money in the bank ho, I went and bought a tank
I'm Porsche Truckin through the Peach State
(shhh JPZY)

(Niggas cray, niggas think they runnin' up I'm slappin' up, gone sue the state)
(Boy don't get your noodle strained)
(She gon' leave the noodle drained)
(I just got the new estate, dough up in the briefcase)



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Writer(s): Jared Perry
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