Peach Crush

C'mon I got a bad bitch, shaking ass, butt naked to this He ain't really tryna up his glock, he pump fakin' with it I got a perk 10, right next to my four, finna take this with it She wanna hold the blick behind her ass so she can shake it with it Sexy lil hoe, she throw it back, like she ain't raised right I'll get to rubbing down the cat, until it spray right He told me this a duece, make it a six cause it don't taste right I put some baking soda on my lips, cause she don't taste right He almost dropped the chop, this nigga cooked, he think the K' light Taking shrooms without a dose limit, finna take flight Aired each other out up on a net, seem like a fake fight Pack of Crystals, put it in the fridge, but I don't make ice Hit my dance once I beat the doonies, cause I boogie down Switchy on a smithy, with a 30, that's a fully round Menace to the opps, this custom Glock, be knocking bullies down She giving me them eyes, I got to pulling up her goody gown I'ma get the bag and beat the road, until the knots blue Purple rain, peach crush, I just turned the pop blue She tryna eat me up, she gotta blow me like some hot food Mulatto, Stunna girl, them the bitches in my top two Shaking ass, at red lights and shit, that is not cute You uppin' dog shit, yo homie made, bro that is not you Nigga said that Daii be on his ass, but that is not true He was supposed to die from all them shots, but he just got through He don't never throw no pape in the club I can get it all in blues, this 100k up in dubs The homie bunk, he tryna spray with a snub Man, these niggas little boys and I don't play with a scrub What you finna do with all that ass You don't gotta show it off just to get you a little bag Baby girl, I can show you how to make a stack Show you some investments, show you how to make it back I'm a real trap nigga from the Land How i'm gone be broke, and my name is Daii Bandzz On Alameda, get a combo straight from Tams On the gram she a wife, but she don't even claim her man