Peezy - Crime Stoppers lyrics

(David Wesson)

Send a shot this way and I'ma send a shell
Niggas ain't no gangsters, they be sendin' 12
Ninety day grind like I'm Cookie Trel
For all my niggas lookin' down from heaven
I'ma give 'em hell
Took a major loss, but I'm a boss about it
Some shit done popped off
But I can't talk about it
A nigga play with me
We ain't gon' talk about it
They gon' find his body in his
Hood with some chalk around it
Always making plays, got some shit in motion
Forty for this AP, I did it for the culture
Twenty in my cup holder, sittin' in a Rover
Sixty for the rose gold presi'
Like my nigga Soda
Growin' up was hard for me, I ain't have much
That's why I celebrate every
Time the bag touch
Homicide investigatin' shit, don't ask us
But I'll still beat a nigga ass
And put the mag up
Twenty different chains, nigga, five watches
Got these pussy niggas callin' Crime Stoppers
You ain't really got no paper
Why you lyin' 'bout it? Nigga tough as hell
Caught a case and now he cryin' 'bout it
Gucci, Off White, I got on double drip
Got it out the streets
You doin' double shifts
I get money, you be on some other shit
All these blues in my bankroll
I should become a Crip
Know some Pirus, know some Bloods too
Know some Rolling 60 Crips
I know the plug too
Poppin' Ace of Spade, drinkin' mud too
Don't get this shit twisted
'cause I'm crispy, i'm a thug too
Thousand dollar jeans, wear them bitches once
Took a picture in 'em, now them bitches done
You know what's goin' on when
I'm in Golden Sun
She gon' fuck me on the first
Night 'cause I'm the chosen one
I'm in New York City when the ball drop
Or I'm on Ocean Drive in a hard top
Used to stay up all night sellin' hard rocks
They on me everywhere a nigga go
They worse than mall cops
All that slick talkin' shit gon'
Get you called out
If we can't find you, get your dog dropped
Ten thousand all fives, that's a dog now
Far as I'm concerned, I
Don't trust 'em, shit, they all opps
I don't trust shit but the calculator
When I had my first hundred
You was masturbating
I ain't new to this, I been havin' paper
Finally got your first ten thousand, boy
Congratulations ain't a nigga in this world
That I'm scared of it's on the floor
Then we gon' see you niggas' heads up
Plug just sent the pack, I got the heads-up
When I bought my first hundred grams
It fucked my head up
Feds on the internet, I put the 'Gram up
Better not tell the operation, nigga, man up
Thanksgiving turkey bags, ain't no ham, no
Just a bunch of collard greens and some yams
Though
For that mac and cheese, we'll mask up
Turn your brains to baked beans
When that mag bust
Whole chickens in, come and cash one
Ain't nobody at this round table but the fam
Though dumbbells in, got my arm in shape
Rose gold 'Dweller
Bitch look like a caramel cake
You ain't get my Q? We got ours to shake
Shit easy bein' real, but it's hard to fake
Run off with that bag and get paralyzed
I can get a pussy nigga
Killed with a head nod
I'm in Opa-locka with them Haitians
Like I'm Red Eyes ghetto Boyz, baby
Got this rap shit in a headlock

Bitch, huh
You already know how we carry it on this end
Nigga no Hooks 2, my baby
Ayy, Dave let the beat ride out, nigga