Peachtree

Caught a play in Belleville, off Van Buren and Haggerty In the Rav4, glovebox, hunnid' racks at least Back to back wins, my mans score then he pass to me If the vibe off Imma' grab torch, and blast the heat Finna go and grab my passport, leave for half a week Punchin' up left my hand sore, MistaJam and B Two hunnid somethin' on that dashboard, I might crash the jeep In that Trackhawk, like a Blackhawk, I'm sticked up Ain't even take the tags off, the pants cost six plus In here smacked off a damn log, I only hit runtz Scam talk, uncy gettin' grams off, he whipped up Out in ATL, all the signs sayin' Peachtree Three of yeah, turn my cream soda into peach tea Cheat code activated, nah you can't beat me Five percent tint, Tron Cena you can't see me Only headshots, you better use that vest as a hat Lil Uzi, foreign sneaks, every step that's a rack Fuck every check I make, It's bout every check I stack Coulda been in the streets, stretched, but 'stead I rap 7.62s give your Scat Pack some hydraulics Slam dunk a jam pack of 201s just like Giannis I got a milli' on the way, I bet my light find me Doggy got a rollie tick tockin' in here, time bombin' In high school was too flashy like Aquille Carr I'll take it there or shoot that bitch like a skilled guard Doggy went and finally got a stick now he feel hard I found out who to trust, back still scarred Might be mad, never sorry, I feel Yeat half way Me, Dee, and Stan back to back in three Lamb' things Do the dash, we in first, ain't seen last place I poured a one, I was only sleep half way In that foreign thing, it sound just like a pterodactyl Zero down, five twelves, I just grabbed a pair of apples Shot dawg, he was two-fifty wasn't fair to grapple Feelin' like Houdini, I could make it out a pair of shackles High as hell on a Delta flight, in the air travelin' I might spend a dub on the kicks to go and air mag it First it's up, then it's on the floor like a care package Doggy said he can't stand us, we'll throw a chair at him I'm in the jungle with the lion, bears, and wolves Take the trigger off your gun, boy you scared to pull Wassup with that you always bitching up Don't even ask what's in my double cup, bitch it's a six of mud Red bottoms on, I'm Euro steppin' in here drinking blood Pockets got they a beat, now they lookin' crippled up That mean they full of blue Rap star, I got way more pull than you Hunnid rounder on me, just to show him he ain't bullet proof Doggy pulled out a bag of weed but it was full of boof Call my shooter Melo, told him when he get hoodies, shoot Young as hell, they mad I'm doing shit that they couldn't do I took an L as a lesson, now I can't lose You in that one whip, I'm sick that you can't zoom Uncy standin' in the trap, sick he can't fool You in the right side, I went and took the fast lane dude