Peaches & Eggplants Lyrics

They ask what I got in my pockets

They know it's the glock and the loaf

I'm off a cup of that remy

Eat any beat

I won't leave crumb on the floor

Loaf is to hot like the core

Shoot a three get a foul

Now it's four

I been dogging

I'm balling

so hard on these niggas they won't even look at the score

Look in the sky

It's a bird it's a plane

Naw it's the mf loaf

Making it rain

Got me changing the weather

Hell yeah I got money to blow

Like a river just watch how I flow

These niggas can't fuck with the goat

They know what I'm yelling

Before I start rapping

Just know what I'm rapping is cold

My jewelry be having a dance battle

Everything on me is froze

I am In love with the money

Was prolly fifteen when I proposed

Just know when I pop out

I'm here for the hoes

My shades to dark

Can't see where to go

The way I keep stepping I'm ready to blow

Like I stepped on a Mf land mind

They say loaf be going so crazy

I think he out of his damn mind

Straight jackets

And a muzzle cuz the way he be spitting

A damn crime

Big dog with this rap shit

Ugh

You better get in the damn line

Flip any beat ima land mine

4Ls I be throwing them hand signs

I member Atlanta

A hundred artist

And i came out with the grand prize

That was 2020

I got 2020

Had a vision I won by a land slide

They really can't fuck with the kid

He cap a lot

I think he working at lids

Mr turn me up on the beat

These nîggas can't fuck with the kid