Sean Price, Lil Fame, IFRESH, Teflon, Rim - Peter Pop Off lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen i'm 'bout to bring you
Brownsville projects' finest son, who dat?
It's my mothafuckin' road dawg
So what's his name? Sean P

Aw, shit
Dude, my YouTube views and my skit's
Better than all your bullshit
Pull piff, spit shit from the pulpit
Talkemish from Falcon Crest for
Filmin' the full clips ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
Check out my melody cops pulled me over
The soldier checked out my felonies
Spewed lines newer, do-crime shooter
Junior, Donkey Sean two-time loser
Uh, one more strike and I'm out
Son raw, no gun drawn, Sean fightin' it out
52 block, I'm critical, box your face, fucker
Shotty and shells all well in the spot
I'm a gauge stuffer playin' the game
Lames be playin' the game of dice


Peter Pop Off, bitches I'm playin'
The game of life, p
Shit cost twelve, retail is seven
See you in hell, details at eleven ay

You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down

Uh from down in hell
Where fire come with them grills
Different feel
Not the mind of a infant but infant meals
It's a ball parade, where y'all be floatin'
You like a used bidet sharp with it
Y'all couldn't cut it with a katana blade
Get the smoker to creep up
On you and choke ya i'll pay the boulders
Tryin' not to hit the pens like ebola
Dark souls
We displayin' metal like car shows
Get the dough
We done housed more white than Park Slope
Don't be a bar code and get lined up
It's nothin' gastric but by the stomach know
There's somethin' tucked
The stitchin' custom
What you cut from? Not accustomed
From the 'ville, no vodka, we do the rushin'
You feds recon, hands movin' like the Wii on
In the game, better stay froggy
But never leap wrong
So guard your grip, the 'ville, we clique
I'm from Strauss
But the only auto parts is clips and we rip

You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down

Yo, our energy from the same source
We're cut from the same cloth
Duck, hold the fort down and
Let them things off
Change course if you ever
Thinkin' of tryin' us
We cop out? Them Glocks out
Like a buy-or-bust
Kick the door in, make 'em hit the floor
Tie 'em up
He in the car, hogtied, jaw wired up (ssh)
Listen up, them Hill niggas don't give a fuck
We'll pistol whip ya
Get your cash to split it up
(yeah) We live it up around this mothafucka
(Beware) Shit get rough
Around this mothafucka
Come at your own risk, we don't miss
Fuck around, you get hit up on your own strip
You know how it go when the heat up
In Brownsville, everybody
Even the chicks G'd up
We all fight all night
We don't know how to ease up
Get you and your bitch beat up
Somebody better tell 'em

You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down
You should know that I don't fuck around
Nah, I don't fuck around
Every time I come around
Anytime I come around
Motherfuckers hit the ground
'Cause, I know my way around, get down
Lay down