[Verse 1: Peezy]
The lil shit you do, boy you call that winning?
Gave your ho a [?] fuck, but I don't call it trickin
Niggas wearing fake shit, like we don't know the difference
Niggas tryna come around like we don't know they snitching
Let the foreign run, toss vallay the keys
You look rich on Instagram, but you ain't making cheese
Money falling out the ceiling, bitch it's raining cheese
Fell asleep getting some head, cause I was drinking lean
Do a doughnut in the Hellcat, then hit the gass
50 in this Luie bag, and I ain't hit the stash
Never learned how to flip, but I can flip a bag
Roli hanging out the window, making niggas mad
Yeah you was thе shit when you was in your prime
Till we hit thе club, and seat you in the line
Red bottoms on my feet, ain't have to stand in line
My nigga dealing with [?] did a dime

[Chorus: Peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don't get me started
Cause I flood this bitch ike Hurricane Harvy
Left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
We finna flood this bitch like Hurricane Harvy
Told the plug bring it, I don't want no [?]
And we gon flood the streets like Hurricane Harvy
Pointers in the bezzle, man that shit's enormous
Imma finna flood the band like Hurricane Harvy
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