Chuuwee, Trizz, Roc $tedy - Posse Up lyrics
[Chuuwee, Trizz, Roc $tedy - Posse Up lyrics]
Excuse me pardon me i got a crush on Cardi B
Music just flow through the arteries a lion
Of Zion the heart of me
Wave wave I parted seas if you get
In the way departed scene ghost town
Softer than R&B all my vocal tracks
Are a horror scene whoa now
I got the golden keys like it's Borderlands
This is hard easy in my opinion you're
All cheesy my word play parcheesi
Brain scrambled over hard leaky
Gotta stay away and off TV
Hidden messages for hard reading
Beware of the curse of the Kardishi
Tarot cards and a palm reader
Money coming can you foresee it
I been chasing quesadilla fuck your
Face it ain't familiar
You ain't real we can't feel ya
Non violent Chez I would hate to kill ya
Smoking on a 8th of rilla
Take a picture take it witcha don't forget
The I'm the nigga I'm the nigga
I'm the one who drop the lyrics like the
Sun and make promoters pay with interest
I'm the one who got a deal and got a
Gun cuz I'm about to make a killing
I'm the one who keep it 1001 cuz
I could never fake the feeling
I'm the one the highest one to puff the blunt
And crumble weed for paper filling
Bitch it's BBP they who smoke a
Lot they who toke a lot
It’s BBP rising to the top
Make the speakers pop
It's BBP they unorthodox watch‘em form a plot
It's BBP it's BBP it's BBP
If you down with me, come around with me
Ride around in the town with me
Break down and smoke loud with me
Go wild and move crowds with me
Looked around and I found plenty of that
Long money so I sound busy
Still fresh but I shop thrifty
Tryna hit lots and just drop fifty
Like a fat bitch
I'm the black cat of this rap shit
Y'all fall in love with that wack shit
Snap back and come slap this
Y'all front y'all catfish
Brag a lot and don't have shit
Pillow talk to a bad bitch
Just to up the homie that’s fag shit
Same niggas no new faces
Tour around and go to new places
Different states and catch new cases
Thank God yo I'm too gracious
She'll die for me, she'll ride for me
If I'm going down she'll cry for me
They gon ask she'll lie for me like she
Posed to do and that's fine for me
They'll smoke me, fuck the police
Sweating niggas cuz we 4 deep
Judge fast and don't know me
Wish a bitch dead leave em so deep
Wide awake and I get no sleep
Stay high and make no peep
Brain dead in my dome piece
But this dope shit make it so sweet
So i just wanna know
Who got some snaps up on the petro?
This all gas, what you expect bro?
No brakes
We had to permanently break us off that pedal
Niggas fake we know your label is gepetto
And the strings you got attached
Is what we wrap
Around your neck and raise the death toll
$tedy be heavyweight, you better wait
Still got that belt bro
Try to step up in the ring I'll
Hit you with that people's elbow
Yeah they smell what Roc's cooking
Hell's kitchen who I chef for
Even the devil know I make some
Fuego ass mac & queso
Got pollos going loco flipping
Chickens for the pesos
Bread is what they want
So crumbs is what them birds can wait for
No snakes or rats
Platinum plaques is what these raps made for
Till niggas gotta waffle
And I ain't talking eggo
Morning wood in your bitch before she
Fix ya grit's and huevos
Fifth of the Jose Cuervo
Then wake up like where the day go?
Made a list of all the shit up out
Your fridge that we just ate so
As you read, Chuuwee please, remind em
In case they ain't know bitch it’s BBP
Music just flow through the arteries a lion
Of Zion the heart of me
Wave wave I parted seas if you get
In the way departed scene ghost town
Softer than R&B all my vocal tracks
Are a horror scene whoa now
I got the golden keys like it's Borderlands
This is hard easy in my opinion you're
All cheesy my word play parcheesi
Brain scrambled over hard leaky
Gotta stay away and off TV
Hidden messages for hard reading
Beware of the curse of the Kardishi
Tarot cards and a palm reader
Money coming can you foresee it
I been chasing quesadilla fuck your
Face it ain't familiar
You ain't real we can't feel ya
Non violent Chez I would hate to kill ya
Smoking on a 8th of rilla
Take a picture take it witcha don't forget
The I'm the nigga I'm the nigga
I'm the one who drop the lyrics like the
Sun and make promoters pay with interest
I'm the one who got a deal and got a
Gun cuz I'm about to make a killing
I'm the one who keep it 1001 cuz
I could never fake the feeling
I'm the one the highest one to puff the blunt
And crumble weed for paper filling
Bitch it's BBP they who smoke a
Lot they who toke a lot
It’s BBP rising to the top
Make the speakers pop
It's BBP they unorthodox watch‘em form a plot
It's BBP it's BBP it's BBP
If you down with me, come around with me
Ride around in the town with me
Break down and smoke loud with me
Go wild and move crowds with me
Looked around and I found plenty of that
Long money so I sound busy
Still fresh but I shop thrifty
Tryna hit lots and just drop fifty
Like a fat bitch
I'm the black cat of this rap shit
Y'all fall in love with that wack shit
Snap back and come slap this
Y'all front y'all catfish
Brag a lot and don't have shit
Pillow talk to a bad bitch
Just to up the homie that’s fag shit
Same niggas no new faces
Tour around and go to new places
Different states and catch new cases
Thank God yo I'm too gracious
She'll die for me, she'll ride for me
If I'm going down she'll cry for me
They gon ask she'll lie for me like she
Posed to do and that's fine for me
They'll smoke me, fuck the police
Sweating niggas cuz we 4 deep
Judge fast and don't know me
Wish a bitch dead leave em so deep
Wide awake and I get no sleep
Stay high and make no peep
Brain dead in my dome piece
But this dope shit make it so sweet
So i just wanna know
Who got some snaps up on the petro?
This all gas, what you expect bro?
No brakes
We had to permanently break us off that pedal
Niggas fake we know your label is gepetto
And the strings you got attached
Is what we wrap
Around your neck and raise the death toll
$tedy be heavyweight, you better wait
Still got that belt bro
Try to step up in the ring I'll
Hit you with that people's elbow
Yeah they smell what Roc's cooking
Hell's kitchen who I chef for
Even the devil know I make some
Fuego ass mac & queso
Got pollos going loco flipping
Chickens for the pesos
Bread is what they want
So crumbs is what them birds can wait for
No snakes or rats
Platinum plaques is what these raps made for
Till niggas gotta waffle
And I ain't talking eggo
Morning wood in your bitch before she
Fix ya grit's and huevos
Fifth of the Jose Cuervo
Then wake up like where the day go?
Made a list of all the shit up out
Your fridge that we just ate so
As you read, Chuuwee please, remind em
In case they ain't know bitch it’s BBP