(Foe DeeOz)
You know what time it is
Playa Mob in the house
Got my boy Shiek, what it do foo?
Hey we better kill this one though
Here we go
Hey backwoods and dutches hey bitches big doe smoke
Bitch I'm a player I'm a hit it and go
And I'm sliding with a shooter he gon' pop fo'sho
And your main bitch go-er
She gon' pop for the bro
Hey, I got her mad cause I was hittin' that hoe
And he ain't touch your cheese, acting like he lactose
And find out you got em
Watch him kick in the door
And we gon' jam his ass up if we don't fuck with his folks
I'm on some fly shit bitch, I ain't rocking no converse
I throw a right, tapped his chin now his jaw hurt
Hey bitch I get it on my own, no need no sponsor
I only fuck cause she threw it out, it won't hurt
I pulled a 2 on my 20, it got me feeling lazy
She fell in love with a thug and she wanna have my baby
Might toss some bullets at your shit like I'm Tom Brady
Cause where I'm hangin', homie it can get real shady
We get it poppin' like the 1990s
Don't take it personally I'm fucking everybody wifey
She chose on a player from the mob cause she like me
Can't get a hug right now you gonna fuck up my white tee
She wanna see my drawls, I'm a give her a peak
She trying to eat the whole dick homie, bon appetit
Then I pull up to the scene with Shiek, trying to knock me a freak
Knocked a Bay Area bitch, she had a grill on her teeth
And then she snuck me in her crib and I was drilling her cheeks
Handsome dude I got game, bitch it run in my genes
Hey, there ain't no bitch in me
And your shooters ain't no killas, are you kidding me
And he don't like my shit, but his bitch feeling me
My ex's look good, my new one finer, my side bitch killer
Young sick made, got my tats in the pen
Born with the sickness so I'm faded again
And selling dope, high as fuck off of coke
Stay spitting game so I got hella hoes
And I live like I bang cause I'm violent by nature
And when your name got fame then the opps gon' hate ya
In the car with a bitch, got drugs and a gun
I ain't worried about the pigs, I done been on the run
P.O. Stay trippin so I ain't bout to report
And I ain't trying to go back to prison but I ain't bout to report
So I'm searching for a lick trying to stack up my chips
Any bitch that I'm with gotta be with the shit
Get to trippin' on a hater, she gon' beat up his bitch
And if a case comes with, then we pleading the 5th
I know y'all hating on the low cause I fucked on your bitch
I ain't worried about the hoe, I just gave her some dick
Got faded did some lines then I busted my nut
Steady talking shit but you ain't wanting no funk
San Diego on my back cause that's what it is
PeeFu that's the name, take notes from this shit
