Dream team
New shit
One for Peedi
Peedi Crakk
Beans, Freeway
Young Gunna
Big shout to the whole P.A
lobby
I see y'all
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People wanna know who run with me, nobody but the bang, bang
Streets will forgive me, street vocals searching the city, sing
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they got your number
The alias you've been living under the mack goes rrrrring!
Peedi, Peedi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your brother, like m**r don't blink
Crack, smack a tooth out your choppers
Any wrong move, I blast the tool up on you f**s
Wait, that's just enough for you to follow
Heavyweight rap, I spit for much for you to swallow
Blap, blap (Ugh), number one with a bullet
Play with them guns to the fullest, your stupid ass get clapped, bap
About my past and my future, you disrespect it, I'll shoot you
Shit, it's just like that
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
All of the sudden, it's six million ways to rhyme
There's still six million ways to D-I-E
I'll smack your P-Y-T with the butt of the nine, n**a
I live me rhymes, y'all ain't free
But y'all know y'all heard of him
Niggas can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing think you touching him, trouble, you deep in it
Clock spitting, it's just the principle, my principality
Follow me home, better have a full tank, money for shoes
What you fools think, full bank, money from shows
It's the Roc, b**h, I'm on your block, b**h
I'm in the cockpit, you think it's a Rolls
So what, it's borrowed from Mack?
Gotta take it back, back
And gotta bobble the gat, push your shit back, back
Free, house the trap, push the release day back
Me and crack at it again, add it to wax
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name Young Chris or Young Gunna
Know my partner Young Neefy, we the youngest out the gang
Mamis spend a lot of meta, man I treat 'em all the same
Closest thing to my thang, is my thang, thang
Niggas they act dumb act they think, thangs
Soon as the crackers come, they hit the bing, and sing
Niggas on the street whisperin', Police District and
Tell them about the drops and when the Puerto Ricans did Shamear
The dough get 'em, about the flow switchin' em
Got the greatest listening, haters 4-5'n them
Blasin' not missin' 'em, LA missin' him
Muhammad thang got his momma thinking that it's cousin Chris and 'em
Though we in a better place, be here, he rather too
But our father, the number when he ready too
Do not bother the rumble, niggas ready too, bang you in a second
Keep the banger for protection
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
It ain't a game, I'm from Philly
Go by the name B
Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac on fully, b**h (ugh)
My whole squad sing chiddy-bang-bang
Make the city gangbang, stay pop, chain gang
Y'all ain't said a damn thang, with your thang-thangs
N**a, we can do the damn thang
The war ain't over 'til that fat b**h sing
Or the last bullet from my Mac ring, man (man)
My whole click goin' reign, the half a clip will melt ya
Run for shelter, don't get caught up in the drizzle
Sit you in the spittle, and then bring it back again
It ain't a thang to make your brains go hang, man
Got bitches on the dang, dang
Because they like the way the S.P
Chain swing
City of Philly, you know that city brought your city the slang
My squad with me, and they ready to bang, bang
Now one's for Peedi Crakk (and two's for free)
Three for Young Gunna (and four for Sig')
You know it's S.P., yes, we above of those things
First the mack go ring, and when it's done it go ting
