Peelt

If you ain't got a beat from Bam You don't trap enough Aye, f*ck is you talking 'bout, bitch I was hitting licks on the sidewalk On the playground, we could chalk it out, bitch Before I was me, I was slinging that tree like Baloo I was 'bout it, little bitch Every girl I went with steady was steady on dick I'm cropping out pic's Aye, f*ck it, I'm cropping out pic's This the type of shit to make a mother fucker Wanna hit a lick when he ain't got shit This the type of shit to make a mother fucker Wanna sit down and be humble Bitch, ha, sit down I spent a year on myself, shelved Back to the hits I up and vanish and come back like I ain't even left Ain't that a bitch I spent a, I spent a weekend on Saginaw Trapping, I'm back to the bricks I'm feeling famished Got Bam on the beat and your bitch on my Tough shit like a bad laxative Bob Ross, having happy accidents Tomb raider, I'm a rap sacrament (Tomb raider, I'm a rap sacrament) Hip-hop, I'm an inhabitant Bad for ya like a food additive Red dye on a dude patio (Red dye on a dude patio, do, do, do) Bad plumbing, got a body leaking Cinder block a get a body sinking Choir practice somebody singing In the precinct, got to (?) Teeth sinking in the beat I'm eating Feet stinking 'cause I run the game Yeah, I see you drop a little CD But I never hear it 'cause you fucking lame Got a rock in a sock and a Glock in a box For a opp' trying to pop in and take What I cook for the block Got a mop for the mess Weed for the stress on the desk With the gas in the can And a fan on the man, now, he hot And he stuck in his own mind a lot And he sweat when he run from the cops And he thought that he chilled out (Thought that he chilled out) Ha, ha, ha, ha Just like some Wock' they want they Cap peeled, turned back New money, same crack Old bitches, past life New baby, no wife Just like some Wock' they want they Cap peeled, turned back New money, same crack Old bitches, past life New baby Just like some Wock' they want they Cap peeled, turned back New money, same crack Old bitches, past life New baby, no wife Uh, uh, we ride slow through the 810 Bam on the beat, Bam, Bam on the beat Bam, Bam on the beat, uh Pour another P