Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just tryna find some peace But I can't leave the house without my motherf*ckin' piece
Really a get money nigga, ain't worried bout my opps in the least Treat a nigga like a tenant, make him pay his lease
And I got dawgs up on the leash, but bitch, it's time to feast Y'all done woke up a f*ckin' beast, I'm finna clean the streets
My area code 305, the way I bring the heat I make this beef f*ckin' live until you accept defeat
We spend a nigga block back to back, bitch, this a repeat You say you're a soldier, you don't know nothin' about the word retreat
So then I pull up to ya block and hit you, with some shit that put you to sleep Have you in Baltimore catchin' bullets like you're Todd heap
The way I lurk, a nigga block you, thought that I was a f*ckin' creep Yeah, baby, this a big body, but this ain't no f*ckin' Jeep
I ain't gon' hold you, baby, I don't even know how to pronounce this shit But I know how them ounces flip I'm the one that ran up his f*ckin' bag and he could bounce a bitch
And I stay with my bitch, we something like Lilo and stitch The 30 it came with a switch, I up this bitch leave you in a fit
Bullets so damn fast, it's like you tryna catch a damn pitch Call my shit Mike Jackson, cause when I shoot it, bitch, it's a lot of hits
Try to tell her she ain't the only one, I got a lot of picks And like a blunt with hella grabba, I got a lot of kick
And when you do it, baby, make sure you use a lot of spit After that, we gon' see if you got Birkin or Prada grip
IMB 007 - PEACE Lyrics
IMB 007 - PEACE Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just tryna find some peace But I can't leave the house without my motherf*ckin' piece
Really a get money nigga, ain't worried bout my opps in the least Treat a nigga like a tenant, make him pay his lease
And I got dawgs up on the leash, but bitch, it's time to feast Y'all done woke up a f*ckin' beast, I'm finna clean the streets
My area code 305, the way I bring the heat I make this beef f*ckin' live until you accept defeat
We spend a nigga block back to back, bitch, this a repeat You say you're a soldier, you don't know nothin' about the word retreat
So then I pull up to ya block and hit you, with some shit that put you to sleep Have you in Baltimore catchin' bullets like you're Todd heap
The way I lurk, a nigga block you, thought that I was a f*ckin' creep Yeah, baby, this a big body, but this ain't no f*ckin' Jeep
I ain't gon' hold you, baby, I don't even know how to pronounce this shit But I know how them ounces flip I'm the one that ran up his f*ckin' bag and he could bounce a bitch
And I stay with my bitch, we something like Lilo and stitch The 30 it came with a switch, I up this bitch leave you in a fit
Bullets so damn fast, it's like you tryna catch a damn pitch Call my shit Mike Jackson, cause when I shoot it, bitch, it's a lot of hits
Try to tell her she ain't the only one, I got a lot of picks And like a blunt with hella grabba, I got a lot of kick
And when you do it, baby, make sure you use a lot of spit After that, we gon' see if you got Birkin or Prada grip
Really a get money nigga, ain't worried bout my opps in the least Treat a nigga like a tenant, make him pay his lease
And I got dawgs up on the leash, but bitch, it's time to feast Y'all done woke up a f*ckin' beast, I'm finna clean the streets
My area code 305, the way I bring the heat I make this beef f*ckin' live until you accept defeat
We spend a nigga block back to back, bitch, this a repeat You say you're a soldier, you don't know nothin' about the word retreat
So then I pull up to ya block and hit you, with some shit that put you to sleep Have you in Baltimore catchin' bullets like you're Todd heap
The way I lurk, a nigga block you, thought that I was a f*ckin' creep Yeah, baby, this a big body, but this ain't no f*ckin' Jeep
I ain't gon' hold you, baby, I don't even know how to pronounce this shit But I know how them ounces flip I'm the one that ran up his f*ckin' bag and he could bounce a bitch
And I stay with my bitch, we something like Lilo and stitch The 30 it came with a switch, I up this bitch leave you in a fit
Bullets so damn fast, it's like you tryna catch a damn pitch Call my shit Mike Jackson, cause when I shoot it, bitch, it's a lot of hits
Try to tell her she ain't the only one, I got a lot of picks And like a blunt with hella grabba, I got a lot of kick
And when you do it, baby, make sure you use a lot of spit After that, we gon' see if you got Birkin or Prada grip
Writer: Denim Lighty
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