Big Foe Peaz - Flavored Buffs (feat. Danny Alwayswin)

We been outside all summer like corona what
Two thangs i neva gave was a fuck or my brothas up
Been in cuffs seen my niggas die before this rappin stuff
Im havin withdrawels need to go and get a ap buss
Mack ave 31 they a neva play wit us
Eastside everywhere i go imma throw it up
I be in the trenches jewerly out buffs neva tucked
Pockets paped up dinostompers on like im in the club
Unh uh girl jus top me up i dont want a hug
I dont wanna fuck money callin i smell another dub
I gave my babies hope before i made it aint no stoppin us
We bought all the sticks out the stores aint no droppin us
A couple niggas tried and they failed now they out of luck
A couple people played me now its over im all out of trust
Whole neck on hockey puck tennis chains flavored buffs
Squamata red new mcqueens palm angel tees
Whole lot of cheese purple denim and amiri jeans
Whole lot of weed wild fires burn alot of trees
Lot of tire marks came from us we run alot of streets
Big peaz bitch im on the three whole lot of ging
Meet me at the station you aint hip then you is not wit me
Pull up on the way if you dont know then we dont fuck wit you
Look at you like lil bro do like dog wassup wit you
Im tellin you how this shit go
You dont wanna listen you get yo face blew
She keep textin my phone
Like buffy combz i jus wanna taste you
I think the bitch off them percs
She sent me the addy to her place too
She want me to give her some money
Im sorry my baby thats what i cant do
Niggas be actin too weird for me
Doin some shit that these lames do
Niggas be lookin like kids to me
Tell em to get they pape up
I told niggas right from the jump
When its our time they was gone hate us
I know them niggas be pussy
My hoes be doin they make up
I know the niggas who take stuff
It turned out you niggas aint take nothin
Stepped on his mans got him crushed like a pop can
Nigga stop playin you a worker we want the top man
They sayin danny keep on goin i aint stoppin
He tried to box me so i popped him i aint hopkins
Had to get it how i live i aint neva have a option
He got fried over chicken like you heard grease poppin
Call my brotha locksmith cause you know he key coppin
These niggas hatin and they envy and im still countin benjis
She want louie and givenchy i break bread i aint stingy
I cashed her out like i got giffys you cant even give her fifty
She gave me top wit my presi on she monica lewinsky
These niggas swear to god they hit the road
But aint neva been to ypsy

Written by:
Patrick Harrison

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