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keepitpeezy – starting lineup lyrics

[intro]
(brrt, brrt, stick ’em, ha ha ha, stick ’em)

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
bad b+tch, she gon’ do whatever i tell her
let this pistol sing on anybody, a cappella
i heard it’s getting cold, i copped the heat, my type of weather
if i’m in the city bopping for a ch+nk, i’m bopping teslas
police on our ass, tuck game stupid, where the weapon?
i got louies on my brother gucci stepping
i been in the sh+t since a youngin, who you telling?
posted with some 12+7 shottas yelling seven
[verse 2: keepitpeezy]
don’t call my phone if you ain’t talking ’bout no cash sh+t
took a pic and shot in neiman’s but ain’t grab sh+t
feds caught the box ’cause you ain’t know it had a [?]
b+tch, don’t call my phone, leave me lone, hoe, i’m trapping
hit for h+lla—uh, and we tucked it in the attic
i can’t f+ck with n+ggas, seen a solid turn plastic
b+tch, i’m keepitpeezy aka mr. make it happen
caught him at the station then we chased him into traffic
boys hit the lights, bang a right and throw the ratchet (throw the ratchet)

[verse 3: young slo+be & mbnel]
aye, aye, n+gga, throw the ratchet
aye, see a sucker, let him have it, aye
i’m like oowee, d+mn, ain’t this ’bout a b+tch? (set)
watch how i pick him up from his spot like he was getting lyft
how this n+gga ’round sharks when he just a fish?
before i tell on a n+gga 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 f+cked up my load (aye)
’cause they treat me like god, i’ma start sn+tching souls

[verse 4: mbnel]
aye, i’m busting out this [?], i need a [?], boy (i need a [?], boy)
first team pick, i’m in the field, you just a water boy (you just a water boy)
knock it off, you not him, you ain’t shot a boy (n+gga, knock it off)
nah, these ain’t jordans, this designer, balenciagas, boy (balenciagas, boy)
limo tinted low, they ain’t driving by, [?] hopping out
better ask around, last sucker died in front of his mama house (on my mama)
d+mn, popped too many pills, boy, i’m blacking out (i can’t see nothing)
caught a sucker loafing but we was loafing so we packed him out (aye)
[verse 5: ebk young joc]
aye, and you know how we be bumming (b+tch)
pistols get to aiming, waving, n+ggas get to running
that drum gon’ get to banging, singing, sounding like this humming
pipe down for what though? my n+ggas go for nothing (n+gga)
lights out, we cutthroat, lil bro gon’ drop the hundred
selling cookie pack on whatever, you know i’m plugging (you know i got it)
rerock the rock, knock busting or block jumping (block jumping)
rerock the rock, knock busting or block jumping (block jumping)

[verse 6: keepitpeezy]
i can’t let it go, b+tch, i’m still tripping (b+tch, i’m still tripping)
cutting n+ggas off, i got the gang for this meal ticket
why you going half with the b+tch? that ain’t real pimping (that ain’t real pimping)
i lost my brother to the system, that sh+t really hurt (free [?])
‘fore i love another b+tch i need a milli first
i can’t get up out the streets, i think i’m really cursed (think i’m really cursed)
pop a perc and watch me act out (watch me act out)
can’t let junior drive the load, bro, he smacked out

[verse 7: young slo+be]
(aye, aye)
[?]
she finna get this rental for me, we driving to kansas state
we got over ten ps, that’s a lot of weight (d+mn)
i had to get my reup, sorry for the weight (set)
aye, aye, it’s everybody k!lla (gang)
stop tryna break sh+t, you is not a driller
if i alley+oop it to trey, he gon’ k!ll n+ggas
b+tch, i’m posted in the seven with my real n+ggas
[verse 8: mbnel]
aye, n+ggas say they real but i don’t feel n+ggas (i don’t feel n+ggas)
ak all black, banana clip, watch it peel n+ggas (banana clip, n+gga)
b+tch, we got them clips, f+ck around and make a reel, n+gga (make a movie, n+gga)
i touched my first fifty before i ever signed a deal, n+gga, aye (on my mama)
designer out of neiman’s, my sh+t mixmatched (my sh+t mixmatched)
b+tch, get out my face, your sh+t stink, need a tic tac
call that [?] jackie chan, aye, it got that kickback
hop up out this load and split ’em in half just like a kit kat, n+gga

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