Give her this perk and let him go
Shoot at her partner, don't let her go
I'm never afraid of the enemigo
(Pah, pah, pah!) With a three-shot burst
(How I supposed!) J is about to get lost
C is about to get stabbed
Shoot up the cop 'till the clip run out
Don't know nothing about the case but I'm taking big notes
This bitch cold as a moofokin' iceberg, I'm already to go
I got Freshit Baking Poison, never tell his folks
Never met law, hit like tyson, now my neighbour's Joe
All this shit is getting violent
Tell me, how many rounds you gon' f*cking last me?
Strawberry quila, this shit ain't nothing
Pour up a four and let's hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, money hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, I know my lyrics heavy
Ain't no competition and that's how I see it
That's how I really do it, boy it's all or nothing
Yeah I did it, go tell everybody
Bitches popping bottles when I land
I been making money since I was ten
I spent a lot of money, a lot of racks
I can't remember the last time I f*cked a teen
Green pieces, don't let me see my wrist
I still wearing big ass bitches on my back
I don't like these sticky bitches asking if I'm rich
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, (My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap)
Meet the Peaky Tizze
Killer with no license
I just wanna freaky deaky lights... (woo) (ah, ah, ah)
Smoking exotic spices
I don't need to hide, I got the ruler
I'mma go viral, the rumor of shooters
I got troopers just moving the moolah
I like it bald like ???
I went straight to the puss... (uss)
We f*cked on a ranch, hey woody (uh)
These ain't no toys, no woody
Blue apple potion, I'm stuck to the ground
Pray for this cup, I been praying for this town
Gave all my people their portion , they out
Tizze gotta produce it, I'm up
I got the spot and the rice
Wearing no belt 'till she need it
Wearing no belt 'couse my first must be CC
She's fooling around with yo mate and you miss her
She's sucking and sucking around and you kissed her
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Give her this perk and let him go
Shoot at her partner, don't let her go
I'm never afraid of the enemigo
(Pah, pah, pah!) With a three-shot burst
(How I supposed!) J is about to get lost
C is about to get stabbed
Shoot up the cop 'till the clip run out
Don't know nothing about the case but I'm taking big notes
This bitch cold as a moofokin' iceberg, I'm already to go
I got Freshit Baking Poison, never tell his folks
Never met law, hit like tyson, now my neighbour's Joe
All this shit is getting violent
Tell me, how many rounds you gon' f*cking last me?
Strawberry quila, this shit ain't nothing
Pour up a four and let's hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, money hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, I know my lyrics heavy
Ain't no competition and that's how I see it
That's how I really do it, boy it's all or nothing
Yeah I did it, go tell everybody
Bitches popping bottles when I land
I been making money since I was ten
I spent a lot of money, a lot of racks
I can't remember the last time I f*cked a teen
Green pieces, don't let me see my wrist
I still wearing big ass bitches on my back
I don't like these sticky bitches asking if I'm rich
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, (My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap)
Meet the Peaky Tizze
Killer with no license
I just wanna freaky deaky lights... (woo) (ah, ah, ah)
Smoking exotic spices
I don't need to hide, I got the ruler
I'mma go viral, the rumor of shooters
I got troopers just moving the moolah
I like it bald like ???
I went straight to the puss... (uss)
We f*cked on a ranch, hey woody (uh)
These ain't no toys, no woody
Blue apple potion, I'm stuck to the ground
Pray for this cup, I been praying for this town
Gave all my people their portion , they out
Tizze gotta produce it, I'm up
I got the spot and the rice
Wearing no belt 'till she need it
Wearing no belt 'couse my first must be CC
She's fooling around with yo mate and you miss her
She's sucking and sucking around and you kissed her
Shoot at her partner, don't let her go
I'm never afraid of the enemigo
(Pah, pah, pah!) With a three-shot burst
(How I supposed!) J is about to get lost
C is about to get stabbed
Shoot up the cop 'till the clip run out
Don't know nothing about the case but I'm taking big notes
This bitch cold as a moofokin' iceberg, I'm already to go
I got Freshit Baking Poison, never tell his folks
Never met law, hit like tyson, now my neighbour's Joe
All this shit is getting violent
Tell me, how many rounds you gon' f*cking last me?
Strawberry quila, this shit ain't nothing
Pour up a four and let's hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, money hit the engine
I ain't scared of nothing, I know my lyrics heavy
Ain't no competition and that's how I see it
That's how I really do it, boy it's all or nothing
Yeah I did it, go tell everybody
Bitches popping bottles when I land
I been making money since I was ten
I spent a lot of money, a lot of racks
I can't remember the last time I f*cked a teen
Green pieces, don't let me see my wrist
I still wearing big ass bitches on my back
I don't like these sticky bitches asking if I'm rich
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap
My talk not cheap, (My talk not cheap, My talk not cheap)
Meet the Peaky Tizze
Killer with no license
I just wanna freaky deaky lights... (woo) (ah, ah, ah)
Smoking exotic spices
I don't need to hide, I got the ruler
I'mma go viral, the rumor of shooters
I got troopers just moving the moolah
I like it bald like ???
I went straight to the puss... (uss)
We f*cked on a ranch, hey woody (uh)
These ain't no toys, no woody
Blue apple potion, I'm stuck to the ground
Pray for this cup, I been praying for this town
Gave all my people their portion , they out
Tizze gotta produce it, I'm up
I got the spot and the rice
Wearing no belt 'till she need it
Wearing no belt 'couse my first must be CC
She's fooling around with yo mate and you miss her
She's sucking and sucking around and you kissed her
Writer: Alejandro Romero
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