Peezy - Magic Johnson lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Magic Johnson lyrics]
You ain't really living what you rapping
Y’all niggas need to quit
With all that capping
Ghetto Boys the army, I'm the captain
Tryna get some money? Well let's
Get this shit cracking
Heard your mans died, damn what happened
When I found out the news
I couldn’t even stop laughing
Shitting on these niggas, need a napkin
Top down riding through my hood
Bitches say I'm ratchet
Balling on these niggas like I'm Magic
Roll a three five in the wood
And I don't even pass it
I'ma fuck yo bitch and I'ma pass her
Brody liked the bitch
I told my nigga he can have her
Good dope beating through the plastic
All the shit I been through
Boy you can't even imagine
Had to take a chance to be a champion
I don't see no other way to
Ride coupes and live in mansions
We ain’t falling out about no
Money or no bitches
What you copping with I send it
To my niggas in the penitentiary
I could teach you something you should listen
Gave Gary thirty for the watch just
So you could see it glisten
Broke ass nigga keep your distance
Cause it ain’t shit for us to load
Up them straps and go on missions
Put on all black and come and get you
Potato on the 357
You won't even hear it hit you
Bait a bitch with the money like I’m fishing
Hit a bad bitch from the back
While I'm pulling out her inches
Should see my bank account
The shit ridiculous niggas think it's rap
But I really got this shit up out the kitchen
Just got another check, not to mention
Just got another plug, not to mention
Why you in the club if you ain't tipping?
Standing ’round looking
Man I swear you niggas worse than the bitches
All this damn designer got me dripping
Catch us all out at one time
Bitch you looking at a ticket
Car go too fast, can't get a ticket
Blue hundreds fresh up out the bank
Man I swear these bitches sticky
Good drank in my two cups, yeah
Shit got me moving slow like
I'm chopped and screwed up
Told yo bitch choose up to move up, yeah
Two rollies on, they say I'm doing too much
What they doing, I don't give two fucks, yeah
Fucking three hoes at one time, I'm boo'd up
Shit we doing on the regular yo mood, huh?
And my goons hungry
Nigga don't get chewed up
Two thousand dollars for these fucking shoes
Come and get yo bitch
She tryna fuck the crew
I know you heard about us
Bitch you know the rules
They tryna keep up with us
But we on the move
If I make the call, my niggas coming through
If I make the call, yo sister coming through
Slap her lips with my dick
And she love it too
Slap her ass, grab her hips
Now she coming too she can bring her friend
Yeah they come in twos auntie at the pharm
She coming with the blues
Drop it in the water, turn a brick to two
Bitch we run the city
Don't get shit confused
Y’all niggas need to quit
With all that capping
Ghetto Boys the army, I'm the captain
Tryna get some money? Well let's
Get this shit cracking
Heard your mans died, damn what happened
When I found out the news
I couldn’t even stop laughing
Shitting on these niggas, need a napkin
Top down riding through my hood
Bitches say I'm ratchet
Balling on these niggas like I'm Magic
Roll a three five in the wood
And I don't even pass it
I'ma fuck yo bitch and I'ma pass her
Brody liked the bitch
I told my nigga he can have her
Good dope beating through the plastic
All the shit I been through
Boy you can't even imagine
Had to take a chance to be a champion
I don't see no other way to
Ride coupes and live in mansions
We ain’t falling out about no
Money or no bitches
What you copping with I send it
To my niggas in the penitentiary
I could teach you something you should listen
Gave Gary thirty for the watch just
So you could see it glisten
Broke ass nigga keep your distance
Cause it ain’t shit for us to load
Up them straps and go on missions
Put on all black and come and get you
Potato on the 357
You won't even hear it hit you
Bait a bitch with the money like I’m fishing
Hit a bad bitch from the back
While I'm pulling out her inches
Should see my bank account
The shit ridiculous niggas think it's rap
But I really got this shit up out the kitchen
Just got another check, not to mention
Just got another plug, not to mention
Why you in the club if you ain't tipping?
Standing ’round looking
Man I swear you niggas worse than the bitches
All this damn designer got me dripping
Catch us all out at one time
Bitch you looking at a ticket
Car go too fast, can't get a ticket
Blue hundreds fresh up out the bank
Man I swear these bitches sticky
Good drank in my two cups, yeah
Shit got me moving slow like
I'm chopped and screwed up
Told yo bitch choose up to move up, yeah
Two rollies on, they say I'm doing too much
What they doing, I don't give two fucks, yeah
Fucking three hoes at one time, I'm boo'd up
Shit we doing on the regular yo mood, huh?
And my goons hungry
Nigga don't get chewed up
Two thousand dollars for these fucking shoes
Come and get yo bitch
She tryna fuck the crew
I know you heard about us
Bitch you know the rules
They tryna keep up with us
But we on the move
If I make the call, my niggas coming through
If I make the call, yo sister coming through
Slap her lips with my dick
And she love it too
Slap her ass, grab her hips
Now she coming too she can bring her friend
Yeah they come in twos auntie at the pharm
She coming with the blues
Drop it in the water, turn a brick to two
Bitch we run the city
Don't get shit confused