Peachtree

Lyrics

[Verse] Caught a play in Belleville, off Van Born and Haggerty In that RAV4, glovebox, hundred racks at least Back to back wins, my mans score then he pass to me If the vibe off, I'ma grab torch and blast the heat Finna go and grab my passport, leave for half a week Punchin' up left my hand sore, Mister Jam And Beep Two hundred somethin' on that dashboard, I might crash the Jeep In that Trackhawk like a Blackhawk, I'm sticked up Ain't even take the tags off, the pants cost six plus In here smacked off a damn log, I only hit Runtz Scam talk, unky getting grams off, he whipped up Out in ATL, all the signs sayin', "Peachtree" Three of yeah, turn my cream soda into peach tea Cheat code activated, nah, you can't beat me Five percent tint, Tron Cena, you can't see me Only headshots, you better use that vest as a hat Lil Uzi, foreign sneaks every step, that's a rack Fuck every check I make, it's 'bout every check I stack Could've been in the streets stretched, blessed that I rap 7.62s give yo' Scat Pack some hydraulics Slam dunk a jam pack of 201s just like Giannis I got a milli' on the way, I bet my life on it Doggy got a Rollie tick-tockin' in here, time bombin' In high school, was too flashy like Aquille Carr I'll take it there or shoot that bitch like a skilled guard Doggy went and finally got a stick, now he feel hard I found out who to trust, back still scarred Might be mad, never sorry, I feel Yeat halfway Me, Dee, and Stan back to back in three Lamb' thangs Do the dash, we in first, ain't seen last place I poured a one, I was only sleep halfway In that foreign thing, it sound just like a pterodactyl Zero down, five twelves, I just grabbed a pair of apples Shot dawg, he was two-fifty, wasn't fair to grapple Feeling like Houdini, I could make it out a pair of shackles High as hell on a Delta flight, in the air travelin' I might spend a dub on the kicks to go and air mag it First it's up then it's on the floor like a care package Doggy said he can't stand us? We'll throw a chair at him I'm in the jungle with the lion, bears, and wolves Take the trigger off yo' gun, boy, you scared to pull What's up with that? You always bitchin' up Don't even ask what's in my double cup, bitch, it's a sixth of mud Red bottoms on, I'm euro stepping in here, drippin' blood Pockets got they ass beat, now they looking crippled up That mean they full of blue Rap star, I got way more pull than you Hundred rounder on me just to show him he ain't bulletproof Doggy pulled out a bag of weed, but it was full of boof Call my shooter Melo, told him when he get hooded, shoot Young as hell, they mad I'm doing shit that they couldn't do I took an L as a lesson, now I can't lose You in that one whip, I'm sick that you can't zoom Unky standin' in the trap, sick he can't fool You on the right side, I went and took the fast lane, dude