Peedi Peedi

Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Dave East] It's not a game, I get busy Go by the name Pop beezy Knock Beanie in a cutlass Copped (?) before I ever copped a chain BM wanna know who run wit me Nobody but the gang Allah forgive me I just came up on a switchy, dog Peedi Peedi, I heard they got his brother Run the play, we don't gotta huddle Get soaked when it rain Roll down wit Beanie My feature unrecognizable Bigger, small niggas sizing you Before that bell RIIING! About my past and my future Them pussies laughing I'm (?) I came masked up with Shooter A (?) package, I'm coolin' SS wit the coolant kit in trunk Slump him if his actions get foolish Think of the time that got lost Think of trap that got ruined The plug said when you see (?) the pack got a bruin Stamp on the top Forever flow slicker than fluid There's not a hating bone inside me Couldn't get me to do it Pop 1 for P.A.B.L.O Two for C Blu caprice Keep spinning the block actin' like fancy They don't root for me Niggas talkin' bout how they ballin' Ain't never hoop wit me Lately on my top cuz I'm hot Was never cool wit me Never sat in first class wit me Ain't go to school wit me Say they know the water Ain't never jump in no pool wit me Wanna shine like me Ain't never paid for no jewelry Youngins growin' up watchin' suckas They think it's cool to be Fly all my life Need a pilot to read my eulogy The jealousy from your kids saying "you ain't as cool as East" Foolery Purse on your hip where your tool should be Streets ain't new to me Legends recruiting me nigga [Verse 2: Dave East] It ain't a game I'm from philly Seen the ticket before Wayne did "A Millie" No accidental millie vanilli's intentions to kill em Internally bleed New pack burnin' this weed Kaboni My savage is burnin the seeds; 100 degrees Never had a degree A1 Ain't nothin' average bout C Not a skeleton nigga Ask about me First they brag about me Talk shit and make a track about me But they know how them killas act about me Switches and automatics Dig ditches and order caskets More vicious cemeteries More niggas the more to bury Naw this ain't your ordinary Try to (?) get your order ready Niggas is 4th quarter ready Gametime At the same time get my daughter ready Razor straw baking soda Water ready; butter baby Now it's time to flood it Got me out her lookin' like I got a major label budget And your favorite lady love it All I do is spit crack I'm an 80s baby Thuggin' like a navy baby 500 degrees nigga baby baby Tan guts navy cedes These niggas fugazzi If you ever play me I throw em like Brady Ya'll ain't crazy I come through like Kobe, give me the K, drop 80 Give me the roc, they can't fade me Came from the Roc Shout out to Jay-Z Shout to dukes, fuck my pops Shout to Wingohock that raised me Finger fuckin' this K You coming this way We're puttin' em under the pavement Under the (?) underdog, I'm comin' for all of ya'll Time is money, dumb bitch, stop wasting my Audemar Roc his cradle, we grave em, we shootin' like Jason Tatum We kill em, hitman for hire, we killin' whoever paid em Nigga, yellow caution, have em bringin' chalk out, we erase em Leave em stinkin' in the park wit his bitch tied in a basement Don't forget that, This .357 bulldog come with a 6 pack, what up, D!