Who’s It On Casual (Ft. Del the Funky Homosapien & Pep Love)

Verse One: Pep Love

My name be Pep Love
Over the loop my scoop scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula hoop
And spin her as I went in her
She's hot like diner
She sounds like a tenor
Then again I wouldn't know, yo
What is the subject
The way that Pep Love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts
Don't move or budge yet
Cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin house
I rips descriptions of mc's duckin out
As we step in
Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
Cause we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and I, I, I never seen
A crew of fresher niggas that just be actin' all in they teens
Never stallin, as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya mc's like a dream
Bringin a pow pow
Shootin up like coke in the veins
But now, now
I'd rather have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp?
The nigga that profits when I rock shit
I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted
Then you can jock it