Peezy - Sucka Free lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Sucka Free lyrics]
Ghetto
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Ain't nothin' free)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (It's like a hundred racks)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's my summer car)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (It ain't nothin' to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Hot, hot)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Yeah, nigga)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with cheese)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me
This shit ain't nothin' to me, walk up in the spot and I blow it (Yeah)
Certified street nigga, I don't talk it, I show it (I don't talk it, I show it)
Grew up lookin' up to LJ and niggas like Shorty (Shorty Rich)
Big Weeze taught me how to get up six in the morning (Welcome home, cuz)
And get to it, nigga, run up your change (Let's get it)
Stacked for a couple years before I bought anything ('Fore I bought anything)
Now I'm poppin' out at fight night, chinchilla hangin'
Ice hittin' off the bright lights, no, I ain't never changin', ooh
Get a rush, I love to hang out where the danger's at
Play with us and we gon' send you where the angels at
Mike Amiris on, pockets holdin' eighty racks (Eighty thousand)
I'm sucker free, 'cause most my niggas, they ain't make it back (Free my niggas)
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Ain't nothin' free)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (Over a hundred thousand)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's the summer whip)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (This ain't shit to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Yeah)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Hot, hot)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with cheese)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me (Let's go)
Work 24/7, I don't call off (I don't call off)
Workin' doubles, makin' sure that we don't fall off (Facts)
I hang with niggas who protect the brand at all costs (Yeah)
Gotta kill me for it, I can't let you take this term off
Say what you want about me, but I'm solid (Facts)
You can't tell me how to make an M if you ain't got it (Broke-ass nigga)
Pants saggin', platinum credit cards in my wallet (Uh)
Platinum Rollie on my left arm, posted in the projects (Woo)
This shit I'm wearin' ain't even came out (Nah)
Niggas worse than they bitches with my name in they mouth (Get my name out your mouth)
Snatch a ticket out the streets, take it straight to the bank (What else?)
Chopper in the backseat, boy, this ain't what you think (Boy)
Sucker free, nigga
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Yeah, nigga)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (It's like a hundred piece)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's a summer car)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (It ain't nothin' to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Hot, hot)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Feel the summer breeze)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with it)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me (Yeah, huh?)
Ghetto Boyz, nigga
Free Rio
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Ain't nothin' free)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (It's like a hundred racks)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's my summer car)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (It ain't nothin' to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Hot, hot)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Yeah, nigga)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with cheese)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me
This shit ain't nothin' to me, walk up in the spot and I blow it (Yeah)
Certified street nigga, I don't talk it, I show it (I don't talk it, I show it)
Grew up lookin' up to LJ and niggas like Shorty (Shorty Rich)
Big Weeze taught me how to get up six in the morning (Welcome home, cuz)
And get to it, nigga, run up your change (Let's get it)
Stacked for a couple years before I bought anything ('Fore I bought anything)
Now I'm poppin' out at fight night, chinchilla hangin'
Ice hittin' off the bright lights, no, I ain't never changin', ooh
Get a rush, I love to hang out where the danger's at
Play with us and we gon' send you where the angels at
Mike Amiris on, pockets holdin' eighty racks (Eighty thousand)
I'm sucker free, 'cause most my niggas, they ain't make it back (Free my niggas)
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Ain't nothin' free)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (Over a hundred thousand)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's the summer whip)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (This ain't shit to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Yeah)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Hot, hot)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with cheese)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me (Let's go)
Work 24/7, I don't call off (I don't call off)
Workin' doubles, makin' sure that we don't fall off (Facts)
I hang with niggas who protect the brand at all costs (Yeah)
Gotta kill me for it, I can't let you take this term off
Say what you want about me, but I'm solid (Facts)
You can't tell me how to make an M if you ain't got it (Broke-ass nigga)
Pants saggin', platinum credit cards in my wallet (Uh)
Platinum Rollie on my left arm, posted in the projects (Woo)
This shit I'm wearin' ain't even came out (Nah)
Niggas worse than they bitches with my name in they mouth (Get my name out your mouth)
Snatch a ticket out the streets, take it straight to the bank (What else?)
Chopper in the backseat, boy, this ain't what you think (Boy)
Sucker free, nigga
I'm sucker free, boy, ain't nothin' free (Yeah, nigga)
My left wrist worth a hundred piece (It's like a hundred piece)
Brand new G-Wagen as a summer Jeep (That's a summer car)
It might be somethin' to you, but it ain't nothin' to me (It ain't nothin' to me)
Had the block hot just like a hundred degrees (Hot, hot)
Now I'm pullin' up in drop-tops, feel the summer breeze (Feel the summer breeze)
Right and left pocket pokin' out with cheese (Pokin' out with it)
It might be somethin' to you, but it's not to me (Yeah, huh?)
Ghetto Boyz, nigga
Free Rio