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lil pete - impatient freestyle lyrics

[intro]
shout out to the gang, ho
rip to my n-ggas
cocaine’s a h-ll of a drug

[verse 1]
shout out to my n-ggas that be drillin’ sh-t
free my n-ggas in the field that with us
rip to my n-ggas i can’t see no more, gang
with this generation now it can’t be no more gang
long nights, we was trappin’ in them projects
took a minute but we made it out the projects
my hood love me so my n-ggas, i can’t let ’em down
i’m that n-gga and you heard it from word of mouth
real n-gga, i’ll show what you doin ‘wrong
victoria’s secret, i’ll put you in the louis thong
yeah, baby, that’s that boss up
all these b-tches ran through, they be tossed up
why these b-tches in they feelings like they lightskin?
but she just left ten bands on my nightstand
no friends, just a glock, that’s my right hand
sneak dissin’ ’til we hop up out that white van
yeah, b-tch, you can’t play me
struggle hard in these streets really made me
don’t get picked off, my brother playin’ safety
we gon’ keep it low-key like i’m haiti
n-ggas ain’t know me, i ain’t even make it
fourth and ten so you know i’m ’bout to take it
and could you tell me why these hoes so basic?
money made, lil b-tch, i’m money making

[chorus]
never feed into these lies and these b-tches
cameras on, so i know the feds listenin’
never feed into these lies and these b-tches
cameras on, so i know the feds listenin’, ayy

[verse 2]
céline bag, i’ll put you in them christians
hundred dollar steaks, b-tch, we ruth chris-in’
so much blue bills, think a n-gga crippin’
mama worried, she just worried how i’m livin’
to keep it real with you, baby, i can’t tell the truth
if it’s dreams to be sold, i can sell it too
i wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?
take you out that honda, girl, and put you in a coupe
yeah, i heard you wanna win and to never lose
f-ckin’ with them lame n-ggas, that’s the outcome
i’m only rollin’ with some n-ggas tryna down some’
couple winners on them cases so they found some’
you ain’t ridin’ for yourself, that’s a head shot
how you n-ggas say y’all shootin’ but send leg shots?
never personal, it’s never nothin’ like that
blue strips out your b-tch and give it right back
sucker n-ggas down the street, heard they hate me
i think they mad ’cause they brodie died
speakin’ on me to these b-tches, i ain’t even mad
instead of feelings, i’m just gettin’ to that f-ckin’ bag
lurkin’ on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt
i can’t even lie to you, i be feelin’ hurt
yeah, i be feelin’ hurt
i can’t even lie to you, i be feelin’ hurt

[outro]
man, tell brodie pour up that dark sh-t
threes and twenties, all that sh-t
free the home team, rip to the gang, you feel me?
all that sh-t
ayy, bosses don’t brag, gangsters don’t advertise
you feel me?
pay me in bands
ask your b-tch, she’ll tell you
all you n-ggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin’
we gon’ pop out
k!lling’s got to be accepted
murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line

- lil pete lyrics

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