Lyrics

[Intro: Peedi Crakk] Uh If you visit your stripper you see me beat once Fucking your bitch and you hear me hump twice Stop If you visit your stripper you see me cop one Busting your gat and you hear me bust twice Then get you to bust harder What that street life, bout? You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war chorus (Yo) What that street life, bout? You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] K double straight trouble, get the fuck out of dodge Busting them twins like I'm doing a ride Jump in the Benz, do a buck on Jerard My gat go blat, put your legs out of a job I sip grandaddy get a thorough massage My life like a spinning top, moving faster in stride Then slowly to begin to stop I smoke nicotine and green Evеr since I been a teen I dreamed to glеam like the biggest rock Niggas watch P.C get chubby Drinking .40s, haters en-vy me, y'all ain't even tell me Fuck it I'm still kicking, kill you and them bitches Rocking a ski mask, still pop the pound on a witness Niggas biting my style, you can have it; I'm done with it Plus your life on trial and I ain't tryna be a witness Fuck it All I ask, for the Lord's forgiveness Take my life long as my lil' man still living I'll be aight, prolly be in heaven with bitches Rocking and fitted, smoking cigs with Pep Peedi Crakk really rigged; it's death Peedi Crakk really living out west, writing a hundred a day Got the S in the A, so you scream "K" be specific (Whoa) I spray you like you owe me (No) Daddy never told me, the streets couldn't hold me (Oh) It was always in me to tell the world my story [Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Indy 500] Chitty Bang-Bang All I see in the ghetto is things bang Bitches getting drunk and wet, I just set up for gang bang Rich niggas living where they try be in other strange things Is it just me or do you agree that things change [Verse 2: Indy 500] All hood niggas never win And I ain't gotta lay to throw a rock in but imma rob with my man You know the option; flow or the grams Last option; death or the can I still pause on the death of my gramps But life goes on, my flow gets strong My gun get bigger, you feeling me nigga? Stop C'mon, I put the semi to your multi-colored loc shirt And show you how the Glock work like clockwork For real, for real, north nigga make a north nigga proud Don't fuck with a north nigga, make a north nigga bust at the crowd I fuck with blow like bars in jawns If i lay you up, imma score This is (This is) survival of the last nigga Standing and shooting, your thyroids is cramping Your body is numb and I'm spitting these bars; it's Indy Who Indy? the vicious neighborhood nigga from the block Moving them quarters to hunnid a pop, get at me (Get at me, my niggas) I'm on niggas heels without a deal Come on Crakk, tell these niggas Fif' for real (Oh really?) The flow is so dangerous, damn right, sickening Man I mean fuck, bitches get the dough I mean Dough, I mean, get it North Philly nigga, fuck the plaintiff And fuck your cadence by all means, I can't relate Only to [?] Chop-chop, my Glock bang, your brain hang Run it back (Chit-Chitty Bang Bang) [Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Indy 500] Chitty Bang-Bang All I see in the ghetto is things bang Bitches getting drunk and wet, I just set up for gang bang Rich niggas living where they try be in other strange things Is it just me or do you agree that things change Chitty Bang-Bang All I see in the ghetto is things bang Bitches getting drunk and wet, I just set up for gang bang Rich niggas living where they try be in other strange things Is it just me or do you agree that things change [Outro: Peedi Crakk] If you visit your stripper you see me beat once Fucking your bitch and you hear me hump twice Stop If you visit your stripper you see me cop one Busting your gat and you hear me bust twice Then get you to bust harder What that street life, bout? You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war chorus (Yo) What that street life, bout? You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war