Peelt Lyrics

If you ain't got a beat from Bam

You don't trap enough

Aye, fuck is you talking 'bout, bitch

I was hitting licks on the sidewalk

On the playground, we could chalk it out, bitch

Before I was me, I was slinging that tree like Baloo

I was 'bout it, little bitch

Every girl I went with steady was steady on dick

I'm cropping out pic's

Aye, fuck it, I'm cropping out pic's

This the type of shit to make a mother fucker

Wanna hit a lick when he ain't got shit

This the type of shit to make a mother fucker

Wanna sit down and be humble

Bitch, ha, sit down

I spent a year on myself, shelved

Back to the hits

I up and vanish and come back like I ain't even left

Ain't that a bitch

I spent a, I spent a weekend on Saginaw

Trapping, I'm back to the bricks

I'm feeling famished

Got Bam on the beat and your bitch on my

Tough shit like a bad laxative

Bob Ross, having happy accidents

Tomb raider, I'm a rap sacrament

(Tomb raider, I'm a rap sacrament)

Hip-hop, I'm an inhabitant

Bad for ya like a food additive

Red dye on a dude patio

(Red dye on a dude patio, do, do, do)

Bad plumbing, got a body leaking

Cinder block a get a body sinking

Choir practice somebody singing

In the precinct, got to (?)

Teeth sinking in the beat I'm eating

Feet stinking 'cause I run the game

Yeah, I see you drop a little CD

But I never hear it 'cause you fucking lame

Got a rock in a sock and a Glock in a box

For a opp' trying to pop in and take

What I cook for the block

Got a mop for the mess

Weed for the stress on the desk

With the gas in the can

And a fan on the man, now, he hot

And he stuck in his own mind a lot

And he sweat when he run from the cops

And he thought that he chilled out

(Thought that he chilled out)

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Just like some Wock' they want they

Cap peeled, turned back

New money, same crack

Old bitches, past life

New baby, no wife

Just like some Wock' they want they

Cap peeled, turned back

New money, same crack

Old bitches, past life

New baby

Just like some Wock' they want they

Cap peeled, turned back

New money, same crack

Old bitches, past life

New baby, no wife

Uh, uh, we ride slow through the 810

Bam on the beat, Bam, Bam on the beat

Bam, Bam on the beat, uh

Pour another P