Chris Bosh Peezy (Ft. Baby Money & Icewear Vezzo)

[Intro: Peezy]
(WoodOnDaBeat)
Go again
Yeah
(Da Realest)

[Chorus: Peezy]
We just tryna climb to the top (To the top)
While these niggas sit around gettin' high (Gettin' high)
They gossip like bitches, tell 'em stop (Nigga, stop)
Clean a nigga whole crib with the mop (Bah, bah, bah)
Nigga whole wrist filled with rocks (Ice)
Foreigns on the strip with no top (No top, nigga)
Clean two-liter mixed with drop (Yeah)
Ballin' in this bitch, Chris Bosh (Chris Bosh), yeah

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Talkin' down on a real nigga to your bitch, now she missing (She gone)
Now you call her phone all day 'cause you miss her (Hello?)
I ain't got time for that shit, I'm on a mission (Let's get it)
Ain't makе it in the industry, but made it out the trеnches (Yeah)
We was in the spot with the doors off the hinges (Facts)
Now we in the hills, ain't been home in a minute (Nope)
Sittin' in my kitchen, runnin' through a half ticket (Yeah)
I ain't never had a hit single, I'm consistent (Uh)
Caught the cases, took it on the chin (For real)
Told your bitch to give me face, she took it on her chin (Ugh)
I just made another hundred, here we go again (Yup)
Put a fifty in the money counter and that bitch jam (Brrt)