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Ayo, I'm saying it's a lot of rumours in the fuckin' street Y'know what I mean, niggas is like "Peedi-Peedi-Peedi ain't signed to the Roc" "Who's Peedi Crakk?" Y'know, "We don't know Peedi Crakk, man" The fuck you gotta say about that man? Ayo man look first of all I'm rocking with my boy Omillio Sparks Holla at ya boy Froggy, that's my number one man My right hand nigga, Indy 500, every day in the fucking hood Oschino, y'nah'mean? O and Sparks up the west side, nigga Y'all see us man, y'all niggas see us And you be on the-you be on the dick Niggas don't ever say shit when they see me They wanna shake your hand n shit "Crakk, what's up?" tryna politic or something with me and all that It's good fam, I'm all for it But if you wanna go around talking shit on the mixtape Talking 'bout how "I'll fuck up his looks" and all that What type of nigga is you, nigga? Now you got me thinking funny about YOU Fuck you looking at how-how good I look to you You prolly tired of your bitch talking about me, you feel me? That's how that shit be, nigga And I ain't even drunk nigga, I'm talking this shit on some regular shit So you know when I get drunk, imma really spazz on y'all punk ass niggas See y'all everywhere bitching, "Why you steal me?" and all that You faggot ass niggas man Stole you 'cause you was a fucking chump, nigga Holla