Rappies - BOLDY JAMES, Peechie Green

I hustle so you already know off the dribble

I’m tryna triple-double if not quadriple it

Here them quadriplets and dimes go six for fifty

Or twelve for ninety grinding like we in the city

But we in the country shining

Down in Miami spending money big timing sipping Dime til I’m pissy

Poolside at the lows or the blue fountain with bros

Losing count but who’s counting nobody knows but you

I lost count a long time ago, they say power move mountains

I guess I’m kinda strong

And strength come in numbers, but when you talking pros

Straight profit straight drop it in a pot of gold

Over a billion served more than nine trillion sold

Had to spot base where I could whip in five, out of blow

Kept that steel reserved four oh oh on me nigga that’s my word

In Detroit niggas scurry

And these whores they be thirsty

So we keep them forties with the thirties off safety

Just in case we gotta do a nigga dirty

And beat him to the chase we a shoot you in a hurry

Dead in the face bullets coming in flurries

And we never hesitate to pop 'em like a furnace

And burn 'em, we keep mackies, so don’t worry, be happy

Cause we rappies

They call me ‘DOS', Cos I like to toke good by the couple

Know a couple of good niggas who got lost in the shuffle

All for nothing, The D is for them Drugs

The E is for Edgewood

The T is for your Trouble

The R is Real niggas in the O with then Ounces

The I is for the them Institutions that they house us in

Silencer with the beam won’t make a sound or jam

The last T for them thousands grands

And all I had to do, was throw my product ??

Ran threw a half key in a hour and a half

Cos he puttin' too much in his and I puttin' no cut in this

Plus they don’t like it when it’s ??, and it’s garbage !

And they don’t ever buy it cos its trash

Gang time, Mafia bitch, we got it in a smash

Ridin' with the mag out, we don’t put it in a stash

Got a hundred thousand cash, in a Footlocker bag

I’m the flyest nigga walking, the illest nigga breathing

All on a bitch head once she get to skeeting

Blowing on the best bud and I got this syrup too

Can’t nobody fuck with the Peech I’m in my world do

I ain’t looking back unless that bitch she got an ass on her

Tell her what she want to hear I might have to?

on her

My homie the fast lane, get rich or die trying or fuckin' run the whole game

Peech be the?

that painted area is where I made?

y’all