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Peezy
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Phillip Peaks
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Lyrics
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
**** killed my mans, I'm riding with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up, ****
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up
Catch his ass at the light like Tupac and hit him up
Ain't no life after death, ****, you ain't big enough
Know them youngins mean business when they in that rental truck
They gon' spin till they dizzy or the police pick 'em up
I been stayin' out the way, I been focused on this pape'
Killers coming out retirement the day a **** play
Hit your mans with a package, he don't pay, I make him pay
I could stop selling all this shit today with what I made today
**** probably won't admit it, but I paved the way
Who else you know made all those millions and ain't sign no papers?
Did my time like a gangster, never made a statement
It's fuck **** like I'm racist
**** wasn't there when we was rappin' in the basement
They was throwin' parties, we was cookin' crack and shavin'
Hit your house party, fuck it up, we misbehavin'
Gotta keep an eye on my **** Slim 'cause he shady
Take it out the water, let it dry, put it on a ruler
He ain't know what he was doin', I had to school him
Teach you how to turn a half to a whole one, I'm a tutor
Have you jumpin' out a foreign, pockets filled with all blue ones
Thirty in the glizzy, bitch, I'm ridin' with a cougar
Red and green Gucci sweater on just like Freddy Krueger
Everybody 'round me family, ****, we don't do recruitin'
Everybody 'round me shooters, ain't no tellin' who was shootin', ****
Tell promoters book me, we gon' come and make a movie
All my friends dead, got me ridin' with this Uzi
Got some **** in the feds, got some **** in the state
Got some **** goin' in, got some **** on the way
Told brodie take the plea, live to fight another day
Went to trial and he lost and they gave him all day
Collect call, pick it up, feel him smilin' through the phone
Told me keep my feet on these ****' neck till he come home
You know it's on
If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
**** killed my mans, I'm riding with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up, ****
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up
Written by: Cereyon B Taylor, Dennis Lambert, Duane Hitchings, Franne Golde, Phillip Peaks