Other Shit Trae tha Truth (Ft. Peezy)

[Intro: Peezy]
(Young Culture)
(Ayy, Solo, you goin' brazy)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Bitch, you see this rose gold kit, it cost a Cullinan (This like three hundred)
We don’t link with rappers, too much sucker shit, we be on other shit (We be on other shit)
Knockin' famous bad bitches off my bucket list
I hide my chain and my shoe at night 'cause I can’t trust a bitch (No, I can't trust her)
How you say we opps, you see me out, and you ain't on nothin'? (Hmm)
I'm like the president, I clear shit out if I press a button (Yeah)
Might just take her out, go Prada shoppin' like, "Here, this nothin'" (Let's get it)
It’s a twist to it, here, take this thousand pack down to Kentucky (Yeah)
Stashin’ money at my mama house, don't call me lucky (Don’t call me lucky)
Been a long time since a nigga worked at the cleaners, I'm up and runnin' (Bitch)
Wanna do a song with me (Yeah), gotta have that paper first (Gotta have that paper first)
Nigga wanna sign with me, gotta see his paperwork (Yeah)
Brodie eyes open like he off powder, yeah, we stay alert (Yeah, we stay alert)
Pull up, extra shots from .223s, pull off in SRT (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Peezy & Trae tha Truth]
Bitch, you see this rose gold kit, it cost a Cullinan
We don't link with rappers, too much sucker shit, we be on other shit
Bitch, don’t get off in this lane, I'm like a walking bag
Your shit don't hit like it was Nick, your jeweler done you bad
I'm out here touchin' shit, we don't fuck with sucker shit
I be standin' up in front of shit, on some other shit