Neighborhood Trapstars Lil Darius (Ft. Peezy)

[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: Lil Darius & Peezy]
Put on a D-boy fit, white fitted tee and some Fazo's
Quick to drop some racks, it ain't nothin' to get your face blown
Lil' bro spinning for me, pay for his lawyer, now his case gone
Neighborhood trapstar like a hero with his cape on
I turnt my session up, I'm the plug with the lowest prices
What you need? Come to me, boy, I bet I got it
I'm 'bout to make my section rich and I ain't talking Roddy
Young nigga, I ain't never touch no stove (Yeah, yeah), I just move exotic (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Richer than a motherfucker (Yeah), I can't even lie (I can't lie)
Hit the club, all you see is 1's falling from the sky (Go, go)
Fucked a famous bitch the first night, I ain't even try (Yeah)
Pockets stuffed, got my fucking jeans sticking to my thigh (Fucking jeans sticking to my thigh, nigga)
Yeah, tell a bitch the truth (Truth) 'cause I'm too up to lie (Bitch)
Price on your head, you ain't too tough to die (Grrt)
Put the old school on Forgi's (Yeah), paint it white (Go)
Drop it to the bottom (Yeah), scrape the side with a knife (Come on)
Take it off the 'rex, let it dry, set it down (Yeah)
Dope boys white, stepped on it, now it's brown (Phew)
These niggas getting it out of town (Yeah)
Plain watch, sixty thou' (Yeah), got 'em throwing it in the towel (Go)