PEEDI CRAKK, FREEWAY, INDY 500 ”Freestyle 2 Raw For The Streets (Ft. Freeway, Indy 500 & Peedi Crakk)
[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
Off the top of the dick, I'm like plastic on top of the bricks
Or like platinum on top of a six
Catch me on tape or on top of your bitch
I might be on top of your strip
Or in the club with a Glock and some crys', CÎROC with a glist'
Thugs see me pop and they flip
Nah'mean, my whole team like the cream of the crop
Nah'mean, I got a beam that lead up to the dot
Scheme with a plot, the bubbling heat up and you drop
You gon' know that it's trouble when Peed' up in your spot
My name Crakk on bottom then I muzzle your rock
Guzzle the Vok', we huddled and I cuddled the block
Rock it to sleep, yeah I ain't seen you cop in a week
So them broke niggas shouldn't have nothing to say
When I approach, niggas ain't got nothing to say
What you wrote? Nigga, you ain't got nothing to say
C-R-akk, got the MAC and the yayo
I like to play slow or side like a slither ring
Get mayo and ride with my killer team
Poppy got a pie, better hide it 'fore I see it you know
I need the Lexus, cable where the rest is
Crakk and 5 in Barbatos on our way to Texas
With one question "Where the dough at?"
Run up in your session like "Nigga lemme blow that
And where the hoes at? I need my dick sucked"
Down south bitch suck dick like it's good luck
But she a dead fuck, and I'm from north brick
Y'all on some bullshit and I done did everything from
Slanging the rock to (uh) banging the Glock
Ducking the cops who want it stuck at the top
C-R-A, C-double the-K
Bring it where you lay, brilliant and bay
Many mash shit up, pit-pat shit up
Shows over, rap it up
Goes over, get that platinum up
Dude come up out it, ever since a youth and I'm still about it
F you's how I feel about it
Vest be proof, firearm be known
Smoke aqua-green and smoke out your team
Coke rock the beam and Nick rock the blocks
I first thank the fiend then blink out the drop
600 I sell, [?]
Captain [?]
See me and Big Demy got a thing with the treble
I-C nigga, what it's gon' be nigga?
Off the top of the dick, I'm like plastic on top of the bricks
Or like platinum on top of a six
Catch me on tape or on top of your bitch
I might be on top of your strip
Or in the club with a Glock and some crys', CÎROC with a glist'
Thugs see me pop and they flip
Nah'mean, my whole team like the cream of the crop
Nah'mean, I got a beam that lead up to the dot
Scheme with a plot, the bubbling heat up and you drop
You gon' know that it's trouble when Peed' up in your spot
My name Crakk on bottom then I muzzle your rock
Guzzle the Vok', we huddled and I cuddled the block
Rock it to sleep, yeah I ain't seen you cop in a week
So them broke niggas shouldn't have nothing to say
When I approach, niggas ain't got nothing to say
What you wrote? Nigga, you ain't got nothing to say
C-R-akk, got the MAC and the yayo
I like to play slow or side like a slither ring
Get mayo and ride with my killer team
Poppy got a pie, better hide it 'fore I see it you know
I need the Lexus, cable where the rest is
Crakk and 5 in Barbatos on our way to Texas
With one question "Where the dough at?"
Run up in your session like "Nigga lemme blow that
And where the hoes at? I need my dick sucked"
Down south bitch suck dick like it's good luck
But she a dead fuck, and I'm from north brick
Y'all on some bullshit and I done did everything from
Slanging the rock to (uh) banging the Glock
Ducking the cops who want it stuck at the top
C-R-A, C-double the-K
Bring it where you lay, brilliant and bay
Many mash shit up, pit-pat shit up
Shows over, rap it up
Goes over, get that platinum up
Dude come up out it, ever since a youth and I'm still about it
F you's how I feel about it
Vest be proof, firearm be known
Smoke aqua-green and smoke out your team
Coke rock the beam and Nick rock the blocks
I first thank the fiend then blink out the drop
600 I sell, [?]
Captain [?]
See me and Big Demy got a thing with the treble
I-C nigga, what it's gon' be nigga?
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