Lil Keed, Guap Tarantino - Churches Peppers lyrics

Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whipper brr
Brr, brr, brr brr
Burr, urr, grr beckham, Beckham
Buy, Beckham yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham
Shit can get hot, Church's peppers, yeah
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em
Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah
Takin' a flight out to Dallas
No, we ain't takin' no Teslas, yeah
Spin that lil' boy like propellers
And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah
Turn up these bitch on a J
Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah
Chopping shit up like a fade
Yeah, we throw shots at his face
Glad I got through that phase
Now I'm seein' better days
Naw, we ain't sellin' no guns


We only doin' some trades

Yeah, find a nice bitch and format the team
We gettin' rich, yeah, yeah
Peep the scene, she like damn
And he on a bean, yeah, yeah
Nah, bitch, I'm just pullin' these strings
Nah, bitch, I'm just in these streets
Yeah, I'm a studio junky
Yeah, I don't get no fuckin' sleep
She say she can't breathe
So I shoved dick off in her lungs
She say she can't breathe
I got bitches, came from nothin'
She so pretty, yeah, yeah
Bitch, my Patek on flee-nee-neek
Yeah, I put my baby mama finger on fleek
Double cup drank and this shit on fleek
Pullin' up and we blendin' in
'Cause we finna kill the scene
Bitch, I got blue cheese on cheese
Got blue check, bitch, just cheese
We ain't have big dawgs
We ain't have OG's
Yeah, yeah, we taught ourself
How to make it out these streets

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham
Shit can get hot, Church's peppers, yeah
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em
Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah
Takin' a flight out to Dallas
No, we ain't takin' no Teslas, yeah
Spin that lil' boy like propellers
And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah
Turn up these bitch on a J
Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah
Chopping shit up like a fade
Yeah, we throw shots at his face
Glad I got through that phase
Now I'm seein' better days
Naw, we ain't sellin' no guns
We only doin' some trades

I used to go hit the road for the racks
Used to jugg out of state
I took a PJ to LA, the
House that I stayed in, it came with a maid
Bought me a Rollie and bust down the bezel
The old Rollie was out of date
Two hundred racks, my nigga, can't
Sit there, lil' nigga
Ain't got nothin' to say
Got this shit up, I done came out the bowl
Bro called my phone, he just got out the hole
All these damn racks
She wan' give me her soul
I just went green, I done got in my mode
I done fell in love with
Just countin' them 'chos
Told 'em I get this shit fresh off the boat
Feds got real close
We done changed up the load
Fillin' these B's with the racks
I'm like woah bust down my whip, no keys
Shawty do whatever I please
Yellow beam with the blue cheese
Nigga can't be on my team
Ran out of red, sippin' green
I just popped a pill, on G speed
Pop me a pill and I'm geeked
Thousand shots 'bout Lil Keed

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham
Shit can get hot, Church's peppers, yeah
Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em
Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah
Takin' a flight out to Dallas
No, we ain't takin' no Teslas, yeah
Spin that lil' boy like propellers
And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah
Turn up these bitch on a J
Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah
Chopping shit up like a fade
Yeah, we throw shots at his face
Glad I got through that phase
Now I'm seein' better days
Naw, we ain't sellin' no guns
We only doin' some trades