Back to Top

Peachtree Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyepacino
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Tyler Moore




Tyepacino - Peachtree Lyrics




I was inna A I was riding on Peachtree
Tat the 4 on my hand bitch I'm knee deep
Feel like John Cena you can't see me
Use a VPN I'm searching for the CC's

Inna studio walked in 6AM
Roll designer J's you know I face them
Got good pack and I put it inna wood
I don't give a f*ck what I'm smoking on good

I love obstacles yeah I really used to hate em
What you know down bad got bills can't pay em

Pull up wit a Tommy n****s funny switching sides like Tariq
I'mma go out like Kanan

I was onna dark web tryna get some free money
I was tryna get it off the internet scams
I stayed humble too long time to get some bands
Can't fault God that's just who I am

Outchea each day tryna get it each way I was onna eBay hitting them plays
Copped a lor belt for the low it was fake
But I know that, ship it to a n***a inna bay

Ion care what he say
Ion care what she say and I got a bitch new nudes in my keepsafe
Keep a small circle n****s bend like a kneebrace
In my bag, in my duffy, in my briefcase

I was thinking bout f*cking wit them tor links now
F*cking with them onions, pounds
I was on the Hidden Wiki clicking all the links like "let's see what these bout"

One said something bout a tunnel at a college
I just had some good exotic and I put it in a Bambú
Put 9 grams in my lungs now I can't move
Feel like they breaking, bad news

Calling my phone it ain't bout no bread I'mma hit you right back
Bought me a PayPal had to bust it down cashed out
I ain't worried I'mma get it right back
Twelve get behind me I'm flooring this shit
And my city got shells like the shore in this shit
Everyday I wake up pray to lord for this shit
Just bought a new swipe pray to lord that it hit

I was inna A I was riding on Peachtree
Tat the 4 on my hand bitch I'm knee deep
Feel like John Cena you can't see me
Use a VPN I'm searching for the CC's

Inna studio walked in 6AM
Roll designer J's you know I face them
Got good pack and I put it inna wood
I don't give a f*ck what I'm smoking on good

I love obstacles yeah I really used to hate em
What you know down bad got bills can't pay em
Pull up wit a Tommy n****s funny switching sides like Tariq
I'mma go out like Kanan

I was onna dark web tryna get some free money
I was tryna get it off the internet scams
I stayed humble too long time to get some bands
Can't fault God that's just who I am
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




I was inna A I was riding on Peachtree
Tat the 4 on my hand bitch I'm knee deep
Feel like John Cena you can't see me
Use a VPN I'm searching for the CC's

Inna studio walked in 6AM
Roll designer J's you know I face them
Got good pack and I put it inna wood
I don't give a f*ck what I'm smoking on good

I love obstacles yeah I really used to hate em
What you know down bad got bills can't pay em

Pull up wit a Tommy n****s funny switching sides like Tariq
I'mma go out like Kanan

I was onna dark web tryna get some free money
I was tryna get it off the internet scams
I stayed humble too long time to get some bands
Can't fault God that's just who I am

Outchea each day tryna get it each way I was onna eBay hitting them plays
Copped a lor belt for the low it was fake
But I know that, ship it to a n***a inna bay

Ion care what he say
Ion care what she say and I got a bitch new nudes in my keepsafe
Keep a small circle n****s bend like a kneebrace
In my bag, in my duffy, in my briefcase

I was thinking bout f*cking wit them tor links now
F*cking with them onions, pounds
I was on the Hidden Wiki clicking all the links like "let's see what these bout"

One said something bout a tunnel at a college
I just had some good exotic and I put it in a Bambú
Put 9 grams in my lungs now I can't move
Feel like they breaking, bad news

Calling my phone it ain't bout no bread I'mma hit you right back
Bought me a PayPal had to bust it down cashed out
I ain't worried I'mma get it right back
Twelve get behind me I'm flooring this shit
And my city got shells like the shore in this shit
Everyday I wake up pray to lord for this shit
Just bought a new swipe pray to lord that it hit

I was inna A I was riding on Peachtree
Tat the 4 on my hand bitch I'm knee deep
Feel like John Cena you can't see me
Use a VPN I'm searching for the CC's

Inna studio walked in 6AM
Roll designer J's you know I face them
Got good pack and I put it inna wood
I don't give a f*ck what I'm smoking on good

I love obstacles yeah I really used to hate em
What you know down bad got bills can't pay em
Pull up wit a Tommy n****s funny switching sides like Tariq
I'mma go out like Kanan

I was onna dark web tryna get some free money
I was tryna get it off the internet scams
I stayed humble too long time to get some bands
Can't fault God that's just who I am
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Tyler Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

Back to: Tyepacino

Tags:
No tags yet