Part 1: On Me
[Verse]
Got her pussy on me with no clothes on
After No Love my numbers were gone
Lost about a hundred
But I made it all back
Dissin me is like you on crack
Cause all the time y’all is wack
Unless you got bars then boy sit back
Don’t got time for your fake ass shit
Only thing I want is her mouth on my dick
Yeah I’m super evil that I can admit
But the money you use is all counter fit
I was wrockin that hood shit
When I was a jit
But I’m pass that and just can’t fuck with it
Part 2: Whoopty
[Verse]
Straight outta Compton bringing it back
So I’m spending back
With a full clip
Got a stick
In the car don’t make false moves
Freestylin
Got me groovin
Jump out the car my diamonds
Shining
So bright like a head light
I’m in the hood with Pablo bravo
She gagged off my dick chockеd and swallowed
Ain’t no 85 car this auto
Fuck the Grammys ion need em
Got Big bank roll so I’ll sign еm
Hop on the beat I’ma murk it
Never knew lil peele was poppin
I’m non stoppin
Fuck with me y’all bodies start droppin
Shot at the opps nobody was watchin came in with a choppa in Compton
These bitches they fake they be just plottin
Blue cheddar will always be stackin
Hatin on me cause they know I’m gone blow
Designer and Gucci when i pull up to show’s
We wiping yo nose
We kicking yo doors
I’m fucking her good she touching her toes
Rolling round town that’s a case closed
Better than you and you just got exposed
Part 3: Beat Box
[Verse]
Pull up wit Glocks
Shoot my shot
Try me watch ya body drop
Chasing gotta stop a opp
Yo bitch just wanna give me top
Talkin on me when yo sales flop
Layin you down gonna be like bop
Spotem got them dreadlocks
But this draco make him Beat Box
Look at peele doin da beatbox challenge
Neva knew he was a savage
Burn yo house down like a ravage
Delivery but this Glock yo package
She wanna give me head
Right under the bed
Takin her clothes off cause i got all this bread
Suck it so good that she drop dead
The reasoning still goes unsaid
But he try to challenge me i put him in his deathbed
He gone be sayin hello to my little friend
Tryna raise my city but they keep bringin me down
But you still stay as nothin except for a clown
And yo smile do nothin but make me wanna frown
If u wondering come pick me up at Georgetown
Part 4: WHATS POPPIN
[Verse]
What’s poppin
Brand new Benz just got it
That woke shit I am on it
Talkin on me you’ll wish you hadn’t
Jokin on me take me for granted
Yeah
What’s poppin with it
Brand new Lamborghini went to Compton in it
Man just rockin my fit
Checkin to see how many bars I spit
Yeah what’s poppin yeah
This ain’t the best but I’m makin it work
Bars are identical to Jonathan Kirk
Cause when he dead he on a shirt
I demand my opinions be assert
I spit them facts
No denyin that
Pull out my gat (gat)
Watch yo body go splat (splat)
Part 5: No More Parties
[Verse]
Can’t live like this no more
And I can’t deal with you
The way we was livin it was bound to happen soon
But it’s not you fault there was nothin we could do
Nobody can stop it that shit is true
I wish you were alive to see me today
I know you’ve been with me and everything I’ve overcame
It was late at night
The night you died
I tried to hold back but I cried
I miss you man you felt like a brother
But we can’t stop death and God took another
You could never be replaced
Even if they look and sounded the same
You were that one in a million
Nah one in a billion
[Verse]
Got her pussy on me with no clothes on
After No Love my numbers were gone
Lost about a hundred
But I made it all back
Dissin me is like you on crack
Cause all the time y’all is wack
Unless you got bars then boy sit back
Don’t got time for your fake ass shit
Only thing I want is her mouth on my dick
Yeah I’m super evil that I can admit
But the money you use is all counter fit
I was wrockin that hood shit
When I was a jit
But I’m pass that and just can’t fuck with it
Part 2: Whoopty
[Verse]
Straight outta Compton bringing it back
So I’m spending back
With a full clip
Got a stick
In the car don’t make false moves
Freestylin
Got me groovin
Jump out the car my diamonds
Shining
So bright like a head light
I’m in the hood with Pablo bravo
She gagged off my dick chockеd and swallowed
Ain’t no 85 car this auto
Fuck the Grammys ion need em
Got Big bank roll so I’ll sign еm
Hop on the beat I’ma murk it
Never knew lil peele was poppin
I’m non stoppin
Fuck with me y’all bodies start droppin
Shot at the opps nobody was watchin came in with a choppa in Compton
These bitches they fake they be just plottin
Blue cheddar will always be stackin
Hatin on me cause they know I’m gone blow
Designer and Gucci when i pull up to show’s
We wiping yo nose
We kicking yo doors
I’m fucking her good she touching her toes
Rolling round town that’s a case closed
Better than you and you just got exposed
Part 3: Beat Box
[Verse]
Pull up wit Glocks
Shoot my shot
Try me watch ya body drop
Chasing gotta stop a opp
Yo bitch just wanna give me top
Talkin on me when yo sales flop
Layin you down gonna be like bop
Spotem got them dreadlocks
But this draco make him Beat Box
Look at peele doin da beatbox challenge
Neva knew he was a savage
Burn yo house down like a ravage
Delivery but this Glock yo package
She wanna give me head
Right under the bed
Takin her clothes off cause i got all this bread
Suck it so good that she drop dead
The reasoning still goes unsaid
But he try to challenge me i put him in his deathbed
He gone be sayin hello to my little friend
Tryna raise my city but they keep bringin me down
But you still stay as nothin except for a clown
And yo smile do nothin but make me wanna frown
If u wondering come pick me up at Georgetown
Part 4: WHATS POPPIN
[Verse]
What’s poppin
Brand new Benz just got it
That woke shit I am on it
Talkin on me you’ll wish you hadn’t
Jokin on me take me for granted
Yeah
What’s poppin with it
Brand new Lamborghini went to Compton in it
Man just rockin my fit
Checkin to see how many bars I spit
Yeah what’s poppin yeah
This ain’t the best but I’m makin it work
Bars are identical to Jonathan Kirk
Cause when he dead he on a shirt
I demand my opinions be assert
I spit them facts
No denyin that
Pull out my gat (gat)
Watch yo body go splat (splat)
Part 5: No More Parties
[Verse]
Can’t live like this no more
And I can’t deal with you
The way we was livin it was bound to happen soon
But it’s not you fault there was nothin we could do
Nobody can stop it that shit is true
I wish you were alive to see me today
I know you’ve been with me and everything I’ve overcame
It was late at night
The night you died
I tried to hold back but I cried
I miss you man you felt like a brother
But we can’t stop death and God took another
You could never be replaced
Even if they look and sounded the same
You were that one in a million
Nah one in a billion
( Peele )
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