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hoodbaby peppa - lately (freestyle) lyrics

yeah, man it ain’t no cap up in my rap and that’s a fact
on god, on god fo’sho, yeah
wake up in the morning grab my glock, check the news
everyday up in the 6 someone get shot, ain’t nothing new
don’t test my g man i’ma come circle your block with my crew
ain’t gon’ hesi’ i know 3 you know i’ma shoot for 2’s
you gon’ don’t do the dudes, free up loose screw
i’m so slimey i’m so gooey so you know i’m dtu
couple nights up in the trap i had to sleep without no food
glizzy make him dance, he got new moves
red dot on his ass, he a vic’ too
he talking about kissing and romance
i’m tryna empty mags
i don’t sleep at night, check my eyes i got h+lla bags
mama begin through h+ll, onе day she gon’ get a trip to france
i hopе you strapping up ’cause in the streets there ain’t no plan b
i got a baddie and a savage, only girl to understand
and all my people’s up in jail who put curse up on my fam’
and we gon’ spin on him again, yeah we gon’ hand him to the tag
you could never walk up in my shoes i had some crazy dreams
lately man i been through crazy sh+t we slid bro lost a beam
asking me why my kids taste good like, “lil’ b+tch what you mean?”
i never wanted this at all got so much enemies
lately i don’t be on ig
phone too hot no pgp
leave you on the cpt
bro a friend ah codiene
pull up leave you on the scene
she wanna f+ck me i got green
circle back by any means, on gang
know the opps is p+ssies they don’t want come out and play
she don’t wanna work up on the reds she got her sponge today
don’t think we ain’t sliding
don’t think someone getting bun’d today
d+ck up in her mouth, yeah she swallowed my son today
in and out of traps seen bucktees od off of morphine
i’ma set up shop 20 a point tryna get more friends
bad b+tch wanna f+ck me but i’m stuck up on the quarantine
i been toting guns way before i was 14
broski in the cut and he gang, he dumping 30
he feel like he curry, f+ck, do him dirty
next stop we gonna get your mans
big glock i’m hoping it don’t jam
f+ck a wrist watch, gon’ put on for my gang
she a big thot, she gonna suck my mans
good with hand to hands, peppa never ran
block hot, need a fan
he jumped off the porch he on the steps
i’m all on the sidewalk with the rev
swimming man he water at my chest
f+ck the water on my neck
lately i can’t breathe lately i’m stressed
she just wanna kiss up on my neck
glue and bleach up on my hand
broski told me get out all the res’
p+ss up on my hands do it the best
trapping man i’m stuck up in the res’
bro just copped a rev’
pull up and you know lil’ b+tch you dead
and i got the shotty on the bed
and you know what’s next
so i don’t gotta talk i’ma say less

- hoodbaby peppa lyrics

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