Starting Lineup KeepItPeezy (Ft. EBK Young Joc, MBNel & Young Slo-Be)

[Intro]
(Brrt, brrt, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Bad bitch, she gon' do whatever I tell her (Aye)
Let this pistol sing on anybody, a cappella
I heard it's getting cold, I copped the heat, my type of weather (I copped the pole)
If I'm in the city bopping for a chink, I'm bopping Teslas (We bipping loads)
Police on our ass, tuck game stupid, where the weapon? (They can't find)
I got Louies on but my brother Gucci stepping
I been in this shit since a youngin, who you telling? (Aye)
Posted with some 12_7 shottas yelling Seven (Gang)

[Verse 2: KeepItPeezy]
Don't call my phone if you ain't talking 'bout no cash shit
Took a pic and shot in Neiman's but ain't grab shit (Broke bitch)
Feds caught the box 'cause you ain't know it had a [?] (Rookie)
Bitch, don't call my phone, leave me lone, hoe, I'm trapping
Hit for hella—uh, and we tucked it in the attic
I can't fuck with niggas, seen a solid turn plastic
Bitch, I'm KeepItPeezy aka Mr. Make It Happen (Mr. Make It Happen)
Caught him at the station then we chased him into traffic (Oh yeah)
Boys hit the lights, bang a right and throw the ratchet (Throw the ratchet)

[Verse 3: Young Slo-Be & MBNel]
Aye, aye, nigga, throw the ratchet
Aye, see a sucker, let him have it, aye
I'm like oowee, damn, ain't this 'bout a bitch? (Set)
Watch how I pick him up from his spot like he was getting Lyft
How this nigga 'round sharks when he just a fish?
Before I tell on a nigga I'd rather plead the Fifth
Aye, aye, 21 the code
Got a couple units to move, ain't talking records sold (Set)
Gotta call my plug up, he fucked up my load (Aye)
'Cause they treat me like god, I'ma start snatching souls