Pizza Shop Extended (with Yung Gleesh, DOOM & Del The Funky Homosapien) - IDK, Del The Funky Homosapien, Yung Gleesh

Pizza Shop Extended (with Yung Gleesh, DOOM & Del The Funky Homosapien) - IDK, Del The Funky Homosapien, Yung Gleesh

Альбом
IWASVERYBAD
Год
2017
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
243550

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Pizza Shop Extended (with Yung Gleesh, DOOM & Del The Funky Homosapien)

IDK, Del The Funky Homosapien, Yung Gleesh

This that drive-by

This that Shawty Lo in Impala

Hello out the whip

With the clip, make you bye-bye

Roll the windows up

Hotbox, smokin' la la

Roll the windows down

See the opps, it’s a problem

Shit, really I’m a good boy

But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy

Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy

Lookin' at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy

Screamin' out the window like, «Fuck you, pay me»

Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)

Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me

Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately

Hangin' with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble

If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble

I’m a gang gang nigga 'til the jump outs come

If the jump outs come, guarantee I’m gon' run

Here’s a little story 'bout them boys that’s hittin' licks, ayy

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy

Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy

Here’s a little story 'bout them boys that’s hittin' licks, ayy

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)

I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)

I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)

'Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen

But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be 'bout it

Shit I was goin' down that road, but my phone kept reroutin'

They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy

You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang

So now we speedin' to the pizza place

Closin' up, it’s gettin' late

Someone gotta rob the shit

Everybody look at Jay

Gang, gang nigga 'til the jump outs come

If the jump outs come, guarantee I’m gon'

Run that shit

Drop dis like a fuckin' gunshot blaow!

Load the clip, rob, repeat

Load the clip, rob, repeat

Load the clip, rob, repeat

Load the clip, rob, repeat

Now everybody get up on the fuckin' ground

And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds

Knowin' I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga

So my actin' skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe

Where the safe at?

Don’t make me ask again

Where the safe at?

Next question is: where the tape at?

That’s when I seen a red light blinkin' in peripheral

I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah

I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe

I hear a car creepin' up and then I tell her to wait

Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around

And you will not feel a round, shhh

Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up

Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up

Police car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up

Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creep

Me the villain

Dudes known to do more hustlin' than stealin'

Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings

Never do no types of discussions around dealings

Get focused, y’all

Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being

And Instagram put clowns in a jam

Doin' 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin' Spam

Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

Finally someone let me out of my cage

Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)

These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)

Jackin' jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes

Each day I be fightin' for my sanity (yeah)

My ho stay mad at me (what) she just a liability (fuck it)

She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery

They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin' me?

I got back from answerin' job calls

I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on

I recognized her from the pizza shop

I’m already deducing that my ho had to have something to do with this

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