[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
Uh
If you visit your stripper you see me beat once
Fucking your bitch and you hear me hump twice
Stop
If you visit your stripper you see me cop one
Busting your gat and you hear me bust twice
Then getting you to bust Autumn
What that street life, bout?
You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war chorus
Yo
What that street life, bout?
You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war
[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
K double straight trouble, get the fuck out of dodge
Busting them twins like I'm doing a ride
Jump in the Benz, do a buck on Jerard
My gat go blat, put your legs out of a job
I sit, grandaddy get a thorough massage
My life like a spinning top, moving faster in stride
Then slowly to begin to stop
I smoke nicotine and green
Ever sincе I been a teen I dreamed to gleam likе the biggest rock
Niggas watch P.C get chubby
Drinking .40s, haters en-vy me, y'all ain't even tell me
Fuck it
I'm still kicking, kill you and them bitches
Rocking a ski mask, still pop the pound on a witness
Niggas biting my style, you can have it; I'm done with it
Plus your life on trial and I ain't tryna be a witness
Fuck it
All I ask for, the Lord's forgiveness
Take my life long as my lil' man still living
I'll be aight, prolly be in heaven with bitches
Rocking then fitting, smoking cigs with Pep
Peedi Crakk really rigged; it's death
Peedi Crakk really living out west, writing a hundred a day
Got the S in the A, so you scream "K" be specific (Whoa)
I spray you like you owe me (No)
Daddy never told me, the streets couldn't hold me (Oh)
It was always in me to tell the world my story
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Indy 500]
Chitty Bang-Bang
All I see in the ghetto is things bang
Bitches getting drunk and wet, I just set up for gang bang
Rich niggas living where they try be in other strange things
Is it just me or do you agree that things change
[Verse 2: Indy 500]
All hood niggas never win
And I ain't gotta lay to throw a rock in but imma rob with my man
You know the option; blow or the grams
Last option; death or the can
I still pause on the death of my gramps
But life goes on, my flow gets strong
My gun get bigger, you feeling me nigga?
Stop
C'mon, I put the semi to your multi-colored loc shirt
And show you how the Glock work like clockwork
For real, for real, north nigga make a north nigga proud
Uh
If you visit your stripper you see me beat once
Fucking your bitch and you hear me hump twice
Stop
If you visit your stripper you see me cop one
Busting your gat and you hear me bust twice
Then getting you to bust Autumn
What that street life, bout?
You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war chorus
Yo
What that street life, bout?
You ain't built for it, imma take you straight to that gang war
[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
K double straight trouble, get the fuck out of dodge
Busting them twins like I'm doing a ride
Jump in the Benz, do a buck on Jerard
My gat go blat, put your legs out of a job
I sit, grandaddy get a thorough massage
My life like a spinning top, moving faster in stride
Then slowly to begin to stop
I smoke nicotine and green
Ever sincе I been a teen I dreamed to gleam likе the biggest rock
Niggas watch P.C get chubby
Drinking .40s, haters en-vy me, y'all ain't even tell me
Fuck it
I'm still kicking, kill you and them bitches
Rocking a ski mask, still pop the pound on a witness
Niggas biting my style, you can have it; I'm done with it
Plus your life on trial and I ain't tryna be a witness
Fuck it
All I ask for, the Lord's forgiveness
Take my life long as my lil' man still living
I'll be aight, prolly be in heaven with bitches
Rocking then fitting, smoking cigs with Pep
Peedi Crakk really rigged; it's death
Peedi Crakk really living out west, writing a hundred a day
Got the S in the A, so you scream "K" be specific (Whoa)
I spray you like you owe me (No)
Daddy never told me, the streets couldn't hold me (Oh)
It was always in me to tell the world my story
[Chorus: Peedi Crakk & Indy 500]
Chitty Bang-Bang
All I see in the ghetto is things bang
Bitches getting drunk and wet, I just set up for gang bang
Rich niggas living where they try be in other strange things
Is it just me or do you agree that things change
[Verse 2: Indy 500]
All hood niggas never win
And I ain't gotta lay to throw a rock in but imma rob with my man
You know the option; blow or the grams
Last option; death or the can
I still pause on the death of my gramps
But life goes on, my flow gets strong
My gun get bigger, you feeling me nigga?
Stop
C'mon, I put the semi to your multi-colored loc shirt
And show you how the Glock work like clockwork
For real, for real, north nigga make a north nigga proud
( Peedi Crakk & Indy 500 )
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