Daii Bandzz - Peach Crush Lyrics

C'mon

I got a bad bitch, shaking ass, butt naked to this
He ain't really tryna up his glock, he pump fakin' with it
I got a perk 10, right next to my four, finna take this with it
She wanna hold the blick behind her ass so she can shake it with it

Sexy lil hoe, she throw it back, like she ain't raised right
I'll get to rubbing down the cat, until it spray right
He told me this a duece, make it a six cause it don't taste right
I put some baking soda on my lips, cause she don't taste right

He almost dropped the chop, this nigga cooked, he think the K' light
Taking shrooms without a dose limit, finna take flight
Aired each other out up on a net, seem like a fake fight
Pack of Crystals, put it in the fridge, but I don't make ice

Hit my dance once I beat the doonies, cause I boogie down
Switchy on a smithy, with a 30, that's a fully round
Menace to the opps, this custom Glock, be knocking bullies down
She giving me them eyes, I got to pulling up her goody gown

I'ma get the bag and beat the road, until the knots blue
Purple rain, peach crush, I just turned the pop blue
She tryna eat me up, she gotta blow me like some hot food
Mulatto, Stunna girl, them the bitches in my top two

Shaking ass, at red lights and shit, that is not cute
You uppin' dog shit, yo homie made, bro that is not you
Nigga said that Daii be on his ass, but that is not true
He was supposed to die from all them shots, but he just got through

He don't never throw no pape in the club
I can get it all in blues, this 100k up in dubs
The homie bunk, he tryna spray with a snub
Man, these niggas little boys and I don't play with a scrub

What you finna do with all that ass
You don't gotta show it off just to get you a little bag
Baby girl, I can show you how to make a stack
Show you some investments, show you how to make it back

I'm a real trap nigga from the Land
How i'm gone be broke, and my name is Daii Bandzz
On Alameda, get a combo straight from Tams
On the gram she a wife, but she don't even claim her man