Peezy - Intro (Ballin Ain’t A Crime 2Peezy) lyrics

Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks

[Peezy - Intro Ballin Ain’t A Crime 2Peezy lyrics]

Pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit
It's on the dance floor (Da Realest)
Pull up, get some head in the whip
And keep my pants on
I ain't touched a bag since fifteen
Still I'm hands on
You wouldn't even know if I ain't tell you
'cause my hand froze sixty for a Rollie
Gary give me what I'm payin' for
Couldn't even enjoy my first million
'cause my mans gone
Feds gave my baby thirty-five
Them bitches dead wrong
That's why I'm so cautious, can
You call me? Nigga, hell nah
I ain't bein' funny
I'm just lookin' out for me
Bro thought that shit was funny 'til
They snatched him off the streets
That's why I don't trust niggas for
As far as I can see
'Cause you can't explain that feeling
When you walk through R&B
I roll me up a blunt and listen to some R&B
Pour me up an eight of
Wock' in a Tahitian Treat
These rappers full of shit
But you believe them elite
Believe what you see
You always see me in these streets
I'm a foreign sneak shopper
Thousand bean copper
Rose gold watches, kids ask me is it copper?
Runnin' full speed
Granny ask me am I stoppin'?
I told her summer comin', G
I'm tryna ride topless thirty in my bank
Shootin' cee-lo in the projects
I don't need a gun, pussy boy
I ain't got tried yet
You can't a nigga who ain't played
And he ain't died yet
When there's 50K on top your head
Where you gon' hide at?
Gangster, but I'm humble
This side is well respect
Carats in my chain
Need a rabbit 'round my neck
Chedda Grove Gang, nigga, ask about my set
We done went to war and
Back with all these niggas, that's a fact
But I don't want smoke
I'm just runnin' up these millions
I can't buy the bar 'cause
I just bought another building
Niggas in the hood that ain't safe
For you to live in
Boyz ENT, we been them niggas, bitch
We still is suckin' dick with dope gums
Pressed up on Pro Tools
Sell it by the gram for iTunes
But I got O's too teacher called me stupid
So I pulled up to my old school
In somethin' brand new with paper tags
This ain't no old-school
Throw a gapper on a bad bitch
And change her whole mood
I'ma fuck tonight and by tomorrow
She'll be old news i know I ain't shit
But I ain't shit like her old dude
I take care of my family like
A real nigga 'posed to
Minks in the winter, white lows when it's hot
Raise the price on that yayo
When it's a drought
Sellin' beans to some white hoes
From out of town
My niggas tell they bitch to keep
They eyes closed when I'm around
'Cause I'm charged up
Ten thousand dollars on me daily
That's a soft buck
I might get the neck when I'm in town
But we don't talk much
Pull right off the lot and I went
Straight to pick my dog up for motivation
Told 'em I'm gon' represent for all us
We gon' get this money
Anything else uncivilized
Focus on my mission
I got rich and I wasn't even tryin'
Suede Timbs on in the snow
Ain't got them bitches tied
Rubber band Audemars Piguet
That bitch was fifty thou'
I got so much water on my neck
This shit be drippin' down
Boy, if I get caught with all this shit
It ain't no gettin' out
I walked in the club and came out
Them niggas still in line i'm a real boss
It ain't no way a bitch can get me fired
Hey, this the shit we grind all year for
We enjoyin' life, nigga
This the shit we live for
And I just blew a half
A chicken on my earlobes
Iced the fuck up, bitch
I'm ballin' like I'm Jim Jones

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