Lyrics:
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
Mi deadly like Leonidas , Cersie
poison Pon a Hershey's
Klay Thompson Widdi shot yo sumaddy call Sir P
Deadliest thoughts designed with no mercy
spending I ain't fuckn up my cash
Ion wanna hit the club Im forever Pushing P Pistol Packing do no lacking keep that bx in arms reach
Ts in me it ain't
, just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands
I'll leave your body where
The clicker's landed.
Let me check.
The Jookie, hey it ain't bad at all.
We just cut your face off and slap your skull.
Who's next for the games and fun?
Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep
Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a Jeep
She taught by Weezy F
We be the best, truly
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
to meet mom
Solid with it,I can make her throat it off the damn vibe
Highly gifted,I must be Teddy P
You wanna Feel the fire?
Your stress get minimized,when
tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
(Suckers gettin' tossed)
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My bad side
Drop the "Square Dance" punk I ain't
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
She say it’s wet so Ian wearing no P.P.E
And if I ever leave her heart she D.I.E
That night you told me you would never leave
Why name the baby
brittle
Honestly man, why you don't stan Kizzle?
Right down right square for the uppercut
To the jaw yeah you get no luck
I could lay a beat down but these
was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)
Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works
They said I'd never switch it up
But
hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit
cuts
You can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im from the A double N A P O L I
In
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
This life that I live
It's really not easy
I wanna stack gwop
I don't wanna catch feelings
I have to make bands, I have to make P
All these bad
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Bosley
Too sweet in my, they think it's Illuminati
They ain't even seen Hall & Nash probably
The room cloudy
Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her like Rowdy Rowdy
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
Know my niggas shoot from range, aye, call them Klay Thompson
I just know I show out when you see me, it's a highlight reel
Bugging for no reason, fuck
cash on bad tip
Cost a lil' money, get your drip like this, huh
Icebox drip on my wrist
Walk up in the club and I drip on a bitch
You know I'm a P
Chasin the green
No matter the fiend
Weed to the lean
C to d
No music please
It confuse the P's
They weak in they knees
To Abuse they needs
They come
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