Peezy - ​iPhone X lyrics

Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks

[Peezy - ​iPhone X lyrics]

Yeah yeah, ayy

When Lil Jerry had the Marauder
I had fifteen dollars
A glass jar and an eight ball of powder
Now I carry 'round dubs like
The shit ain't a problem
I got clio in Toledo
I'll be there in an hour
Certified in the streets
I done ran with some dogs
Valet park at the 'Set
Draggin' bags out the mall
If you here, then it's cheap
I need gas if you far
But when I say I got gas
I don't mean I gotta fart
Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park
To jumpin' out a Benz
Shirt Given' with the stars
Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk
I'm too motherfuckin' fresh
I can't blend in with y'all
Used to snatch Cartis
Now I snatch tags off before the party
Thousand dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys
Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers
That's a pair of Cartis
Still gon' have a hundred on in
Jewelry when I turn forty
Lookin' for me, nigga
Then you know just where I'm at
Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap
Silver spoon niggas
You don't know about the trap real plug
Get back on me when you
Finished with the pack
Bitch walk in the crib
Make her turn her phone in
All these blues on me like
I'm turnin' phones in
She ain't tryna fuck me
Then she goin' home then
Streets so motherfuckin' cold
I don't trust my own mans
Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550
Nigga, ask your ho about it
She was catchin' rides with me
Drink a four, pop a Perc'
That shit got my hands itchin'
Hit the town, make a swap
Ridin' back with bands with me
Fool in the kitchen
Turn a split into an eighth
Bustin' down bales
Let the worker keep the shake
Dropped so many motherfuckin' pounds
I'm in shape boy, don't call my line if
It ain't involvin' cake
Dickies on, stack season
Feelin' like I'm Pay ball so fuckin' hard
They can't guard me in the paint
Free my real niggas on the
Yard with them shanks
Gotta keep that tool on you in
The garden with them snakes
I ain't buyin' another fuckin' car
'less it's a Wraith stars in the ceiling
Feeling like I'm outer space
Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase
Niggas dick handle
Only thing we handle is this pape'
All we got is money on the
Schedule, ballin' on another level, nigga
Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, nigga
Go to war about this money, it's whatever
Nigga paid an extra couple for the whip
'cause it got leather in it
If I up this bitch, you better
Not move, don't get clever, nigga
Lay your ass down underground with the devil
Nigga i ain't pass my test in high
School, but bought a Tesla, nigga
Gucci man bag on my shoulder
With a tester in it
Dropped another chain, boy, I know
You feel the pressure, nigga
In and out of Golden Sun
Ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, nigga
We might got the same fuckin' watch
But I look better in it
We might got the same fuckin' whip
But I look better in it
Ain't go to court this morning
Now I got a warrant
Just left the dealership
I got another foreign
Ballin' like the Knicks from all
These blues and oranges
You ain't in the mix, bitch
You ain't important
Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it
Took the other half to the O
I think the Cavs want it
Dropped a four way inside the water
Put a bath on it
Every time that bag touch down
I spend my last on it

Hah, ayy i'm peepin' you niggas out there
Ridin' my motherfuckin' wave, nigga
Talkin' 'bout no hook this, no hook that
Nigga i started this shit, nigga
You hear me?
Who the fuck talkin' like this, nigga?
Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave (David Wesson)

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