D-DAY! ft. PE$O PETE & Jeesh Lyrics

Feel that 808, hoe?

Pussy (Yahoo)

These niggas lame, real bad, they sick

I'm in the trap with a chop, that's it

You really want, but I got that shit

Stompin' em out on some combat shit

Screamin' out Redster forever

Get hit with the fye if he bite like a pepper

Pull up in a hellcat, that bitch not a leopard

You is a sheep and your OG a sheperd (Ha!)

I thought this shit was established

Came outta hell and descend into madness

Walk on they block and they know me as captain

We got 'em gone, I aint like his reaction (Damn!)

This nigga think that we bluffin'

Put heat all around him, he trapped in the oven

He got him a chop but I keep me a dozen

That sound like percussion

This choppa gon take out his soul, bitch

(Huh, yea!)

I get the cheese and I smile, you know how I do

I look at my wallet, my green turnin' blue

Elephant wallet, I just heard a Who

Uppin' the choppa and he hear the boom

Nigga in shambles like Law in the ROOM

Countin' my cake and my tiramasu

Talkin on gang and I rally the troops

Got dirt on my cleats, rally the room

You step in this room, you gettin' the boom

The way that I move, the drip that I drop, it aint wok, it's ooze

I'm gettin blues, aint need a clue

Adventure Time 'nana clip on me, round Ooo

It's dinner time, bitch, Imma give 'em the boot

Swallow me smooth then I'm on the move

Walk in this bitch, I'm the boot

I walk in this bitch with one hand on my boom

Walk in this bitch like Law, ROOM

You gettin' flipped, choppa harpoon

You put in a box no block cartoon

Empty the clip now his team marooned

You in her phone like "how do you do"

Bitch, I'm hittin her walls like Laboon

True

I gave her good, now she stuck

I gave her a bone, that bitch like a mutt

I'm like Al Capone, I walk wit my gun

Bro leave me alone or you gettin' struck

Boof ass jit, your music suck

Goof ass jit, bro like hyuk

They mad at young PE$O cuz I ran it up

(Yea, huh, huh, huh)

I'm like Jeesh when I hit up the plug

He tell me the price, I'm like "so what"

We all got our vice, just watch what you does

I'm back in my bag, shake out the rust

Ice on my wrist, no block, just crush

You really talk, hit his block wit a bluff

I'm really spendin my money on- uh

You really spendin your money on nun

They thought they could touch that boy

Since he wanted to sleep then we really gon' sleep him

The folk went to tuck that boy

Oh you love that boy? Then you better fuck that boy or we buck that boy

Ain't no lace on my feet, but I'm pulling the strings

They like "what was that noise?"

It sure wasn't me

Them bands I'mma cop my destiny

My shit at a party is ecstasy

Even my old opps want the best for me

ST raw, with the match I'm an effigy

Off the pressure they all moving less at me

Me, Red, and PE$O the Worst Generation and still ain't no besting me

Take something out of his chest its a felony

They looking for me like "where is he?" (where did he go?)

When I'm pissed off

I ain't talking 'bout anger

I'm watching the wild like a ranger

My gun is what talk to a stranger

They wasn't letting us in

We had to move to a manger

I put all my heart into bangers

You ain't pulling my card, this ain't Danger!

If that shawty put work in, I page her

Chop the top off the roof, it look like a lobotomy patient

'Fore I bop out the car with my chop, I'mma talk to my casings

Pep talk 'em to hit who they aiming

One time should be enough (bow)

Two times, I'mma come back (bow)

Three times, I slipped up (bow)

If it take four times then I think I'm a dumbass (brrrah)

I think I really am a dumbass tho

I'm stupid as hell, jit

Something happened to me

I don't know what

Haha

Bitch