One thing they ain't gonna play with Pezzy
Olar boy for life, I'm southside ent
Til I die nigga
Ayy, bitch, I'm known to get
I ain't f*ckin' with my money if my cousin, hit
If I ain't f*ckin' on that bitch, go home and choke my chicken
That pussy nigga keep on dissin', but he ain't gon' f*ckin' flip shit
Bitch, ayy, you is not no shooter, you a f*ckin' chatterbob
Ain't, your bitch left you for another bitch, that's a heart problem
After all the losses I took, I won't tell nobody sorry
Got off my ass, got me a bag, and I be havin' it by tomorrow, nigga
Catch a opp, roll him in a wheelchair, I'ma roll him to his death
I'm a real P, my mama had taught me how to step
And my ex bit, she the one that taught me how not to care
And you a pussy nigga, catch that boy and bring his heart here, yeah
And I'm with the f*ckin' dogs
Aye I'm with the f*ckin' killers, nigga, pop out, take it all
I'm to smooth, like white on rice, dont treat my bitch like she was nice
Butt big, ice spice, eat me up, make it right
Slurp me up good, even if I'm in the wrong
I'ma f*ck another bitch while she listen to my song
Treat her good, then do her own, bitch, she love that toxic shit
I get high as f*ck, baby, I might turn her to a trick
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One thing they ain't gonna play with Pezzy
Olar boy for life, I'm southside ent
Til I die nigga
Ayy, bitch, I'm known to get
I ain't f*ckin' with my money if my cousin, hit
If I ain't f*ckin' on that bitch, go home and choke my chicken
That pussy nigga keep on dissin', but he ain't gon' f*ckin' flip shit
Bitch, ayy, you is not no shooter, you a f*ckin' chatterbob
Ain't, your bitch left you for another bitch, that's a heart problem
After all the losses I took, I won't tell nobody sorry
Got off my ass, got me a bag, and I be havin' it by tomorrow, nigga
Catch a opp, roll him in a wheelchair, I'ma roll him to his death
I'm a real P, my mama had taught me how to step
And my ex bit, she the one that taught me how not to care
And you a pussy nigga, catch that boy and bring his heart here, yeah
And I'm with the f*ckin' dogs
Aye I'm with the f*ckin' killers, nigga, pop out, take it all
I'm to smooth, like white on rice, dont treat my bitch like she was nice
Butt big, ice spice, eat me up, make it right
Slurp me up good, even if I'm in the wrong
I'ma f*ck another bitch while she listen to my song
Treat her good, then do her own, bitch, she love that toxic shit
I get high as f*ck, baby, I might turn her to a trick
Olar boy for life, I'm southside ent
Til I die nigga
Ayy, bitch, I'm known to get
I ain't f*ckin' with my money if my cousin, hit
If I ain't f*ckin' on that bitch, go home and choke my chicken
That pussy nigga keep on dissin', but he ain't gon' f*ckin' flip shit
Bitch, ayy, you is not no shooter, you a f*ckin' chatterbob
Ain't, your bitch left you for another bitch, that's a heart problem
After all the losses I took, I won't tell nobody sorry
Got off my ass, got me a bag, and I be havin' it by tomorrow, nigga
Catch a opp, roll him in a wheelchair, I'ma roll him to his death
I'm a real P, my mama had taught me how to step
And my ex bit, she the one that taught me how not to care
And you a pussy nigga, catch that boy and bring his heart here, yeah
And I'm with the f*ckin' dogs
Aye I'm with the f*ckin' killers, nigga, pop out, take it all
I'm to smooth, like white on rice, dont treat my bitch like she was nice
Butt big, ice spice, eat me up, make it right
Slurp me up good, even if I'm in the wrong
I'ma f*ck another bitch while she listen to my song
Treat her good, then do her own, bitch, she love that toxic shit
I get high as f*ck, baby, I might turn her to a trick
Writer: Jaquan Johnson
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