T1ZZ Jeesh (Ft. PE$O PETE)

[Producer Tag: koll]
​koll (koll)

[Verse 1: Jeesh, PE$O PETE, & Jeesh (Slopped)]
Yuh, yuh, we finna slide off in a tizz (Skrrt! SO WHAT)
My opps is some bitches, they made off of ribs
I'm quick off the hit, no Octane's Stim (Got it)
She gave me Jim, I ran it again
I start witcho fam' and end changin' clips
I ran wit' my set, you just ran wit' a bitch
Now you ran out of luck 'cause I'm up and you sick ('Cause I'm up and you sick)
And you duckin' the fifth, huh?
Talkin' a lot about nothin' 'cause you ain't doin' shit (Ain't doin' shit)
.4-.40 Colt clip, how I spit
I start a moshpit, but I might never mosh in the pit (Nah)
Branded wit' sticks, like mama spanked me
Ain't givin' you hankies, just stop bein' a bitch (Just stop bein' a bitch, main)

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE & Jeesh]
Yes, I outrank 'em
Strong-arm the plug with the work, Channing Tatum (Yuh!)
I send a shooter, he do Sony Vegas
We get it set in a pinch
Three gram vibe full of Grinch
Give 'em a mile, they takin' a inch, shit (Shit)
Bringin' back every hitter I sent (Damn)
Speak outcho cheek, you can talk to the hand
'Cause that pussy boy really feel bent (Bent)
Been around weed, but I don't fuck wit' a plant
Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant (Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant)
If we bustin' that fire, he gon' duck and scram
I got two bags 'cause I ran it again (I ran it again)
I promise, on prophet, he seein' the land (Yeah!)
He seeing the Lord, he seein' my fan
"Bah!", you know who I am
.45 my hip, get me out of a jam