Free Peysoh
(Drumma, Phxraoh, what the fuck?)
Don't come around and try to kick
Gotta put in work niggas ain't troopin'
Only active when they off a Perc'
All my niggas killers
They on go if I say the word
Slide down his block
Do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul
That's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play
Don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like
"Fight who?" big-ass yopper on my lap
Don't let it bite you
I got pride
I'll be damned I gave his ass a pass
Opp niggas up in the comments
That shit just make me laugh
Like, where's your boy? We left him home
He buried under grass quarantine killers
You niggas should've stayed up in class
Ayy, RuccDawg Baby in this bitch once again
(In this bitch once again) two twin Glocks
Them my motherfuckin' friends
(Them my motherfuckin' friends)
Nigga kept talkin'
Caught a bullet to his chin (Bah)
Yellin', "Fuck the opps" I'm
From Inglewood ends
(I'm from Inglewood, Inglewood)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I get it in
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, pull up in the Benz
(Go, ayy, what you got?)
Glock boy like I'm TeeJaee
(Like I'm TeeJaee, what?)
Bought an AK for my B day (For my)
Tell 'em don't worry 'bout the
Bill like a prepay (Huh?)
Fuckin' on my bitch
Pass her off like a relay (Like a relay)
Free Don Don, just talked to him on three-way
Fast track, gettin' good dome on the freeway
(Ayy, go)
Don't come around and try to kick
Gotta put in work niggas ain't troopin'
Only active when they off a Perc'
All my niggas killers
They on go if I say the word
Slide down his block
Do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul
That's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play
Don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like
"Fight who?" big-ass yopper on my lap
Don't let it bite you
Ayy, ayy, give a fuck if he dead
Free whoever did it
Almost smoked the old lady 'cause
That bitch wasn't with it
If you snitched in a jail
You shouldn't get a visit
Nigga, it ain't hard to tell
You was raised around bitches
I done fell in love with
Them Glockies and switches
(With them Glockies and switches)
Bodeine baby, I be Wockeisha sippin'
Pull up in the drop without the top
It went missin'
Still in the trenches poppin' at the bitches
Free my lil' nigga Peysoh, gang, gang
Young nigga slidin' in the
AMG with eight chains i'm the truth and he
The motherfuckin' answer
Ridin' with a blammer, call from the slammer
Don't come around and try to kick
Gotta put in work niggas ain't troopin'
Only active when they off a Perc'
All my niggas killers
They on go if I say the word
Slide down his block
Do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul
That's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play
Don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like
"Fight who?" big-ass yopper on my lap
Don't let it bite you