I'm a peacock, you gotta let me fly
I'm deadlier than a new york drive by
Kill em
Bang
Put the glock nine to their mutha f*ckin brain
I'm not the type that will wanna smoke all the twacked
But i must do it, why because im like that
It sounds like a personal problem to me bitch
Everyday i wake up
With the thoughts of killing myself (No cap)
The drugs i be taking they must be bad for my mother f*cking health
Took a hardwood floor in the trap
I ain't ever had dinero so my pockets were flat
Slave working best believe i got no chains to the back
About to have my stacks on fat
Im dope like im serving the crack
Automatic like a towel
Keep it wet with these hoes
She a foul ball
Knock her out the park, curlin her toes
No mistakes round here, just Xs and Os
Baggin around corner
What you need, we got Xs and Os
We got hoes poppin oxy cotton
Open her legs got her lap toppin
Pulled up with the lamb droppin
Taking hits, taking bitches shit
Shut the f*ck up
Before i smack the shit out of a bitch
And i dont give a shit, i be making hits
Tell her drop her panties like a tab
Come on over here and start making some kids
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I'm a peacock, you gotta let me fly
I'm deadlier than a new york drive by
Kill em
Bang
Put the glock nine to their mutha f*ckin brain
I'm not the type that will wanna smoke all the twacked
But i must do it, why because im like that
It sounds like a personal problem to me bitch
Everyday i wake up
With the thoughts of killing myself (No cap)
The drugs i be taking they must be bad for my mother f*cking health
Took a hardwood floor in the trap
I ain't ever had dinero so my pockets were flat
Slave working best believe i got no chains to the back
About to have my stacks on fat
Im dope like im serving the crack
Automatic like a towel
Keep it wet with these hoes
She a foul ball
Knock her out the park, curlin her toes
No mistakes round here, just Xs and Os
Baggin around corner
What you need, we got Xs and Os
We got hoes poppin oxy cotton
Open her legs got her lap toppin
Pulled up with the lamb droppin
Taking hits, taking bitches shit
Shut the f*ck up
Before i smack the shit out of a bitch
And i dont give a shit, i be making hits
Tell her drop her panties like a tab
Come on over here and start making some kids
I'm deadlier than a new york drive by
Kill em
Bang
Put the glock nine to their mutha f*ckin brain
I'm not the type that will wanna smoke all the twacked
But i must do it, why because im like that
It sounds like a personal problem to me bitch
Everyday i wake up
With the thoughts of killing myself (No cap)
The drugs i be taking they must be bad for my mother f*cking health
Took a hardwood floor in the trap
I ain't ever had dinero so my pockets were flat
Slave working best believe i got no chains to the back
About to have my stacks on fat
Im dope like im serving the crack
Automatic like a towel
Keep it wet with these hoes
She a foul ball
Knock her out the park, curlin her toes
No mistakes round here, just Xs and Os
Baggin around corner
What you need, we got Xs and Os
We got hoes poppin oxy cotton
Open her legs got her lap toppin
Pulled up with the lamb droppin
Taking hits, taking bitches shit
Shut the f*ck up
Before i smack the shit out of a bitch
And i dont give a shit, i be making hits
Tell her drop her panties like a tab
Come on over here and start making some kids
Writer: Vaughan Stacey
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