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p money - junkyard lyrics

[chorus]

yeah
cos i will pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

where i pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

[verse 1 + p money]

let me take it from the top
back in “new cross”
asked a lot about me
this is where i got my flow locked
drove a stolen car to the school
if i got chased i didn’t stop
fast and furious i spin off like i’m hobbs or the rock
peoplе stay what, really repped for my block
i was fighting bеfore i knew about goku or brock
left or right man dropped, never scared never soft
it was beckham v ghetto so you had to be on job
you was shook if you just watched
im from the ends i’ve seen a lot
i’ve seen it jam i’ve seen it pop
i’ve seen a life, i’ve seen it lost
it’s sad to say but this environment has made me changed a lot
i used to be so flipping quiet nowadays i’m flipping off like i will
[chorus]

pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

where i pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

[verse 2 + ocean wisdom]

okay you f+ckin’ wid the wizzer
we like riz or jizza, cut a lot of scissor
still i’m not a fizzer, roll, the cigar
we don’t use cigar+rette, regret, your silly disrispect
you get a cheque, delivered
don’t run to the cops
all my n+ggas say i look like hobbs or the rock
but with hair, prepare, i’m going in this year
my brudda need a hundred grand
i said i got one spare
but imma need a 5 percent interest we all got rent
i only rest when i invest
i made a whole lot off of blessed
i swear these rappers making pills the way
they force it with depressed
i used to slang, i used to step
don’t think i won’t attack your neck cos i will
[chorus]

pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

where i pull up on you quick, bang from the whip
junkyard sh+t, get it crushed quick
feds might be p+ssed, they ain’t finding sh+t
link up with the crew, head back to the bits

[verse 3 + ocean wisdom & p money]

tekker the beat, could never be no g checking with me
cos the levels elite, i got tekkers agree?
rhetorical when i ask it i know i’m ahead of the league
what you telling me p?

most of these breddas are jealous of our money shown
you could see what i get in a week
most of these rappers ain’t reppin to me
don’t be considering stepping to us
when you couldn’t handle it separately

our competitors, we finna rest on the ceiling be taking a d
you better step with some tekkers from tekken when stepping to me
or some reckless wig on when stepping to me
you have to bend it like beckham to get in the team
these draculas breddas still get in for free
it’s telepathy on the track

back to back and we f+ck up the track and
we put on a tracker and track up the pack
they a couple of cappers they clucking for cats
and a couple of nittys to back up their racks

jackin’ a pack and then cabbin’ it back at the
gat in the bag at the back of they flacks
i’m racking up stacks i back it with stats
cos i was a teefer, now i got plaques

finna set up a twitch in this b+tch
and just tweet out a link of the b+tch that i’m with
tryna wrestle the d+ck, tell her “sit on the tip”
if you sub to the channel she swivel a bit
and we live and direct and we winning and rich
from the coys to notes to crib in the sticks
i beat the tune to a million bits money over everyone
that isn’t as sick

mad, as you can hear i’m deep in the bag
i’m a g and and dad, you can
feel my energys deep in the rap
authority when man speak on the track
i’m live on the stage just me and the mic
to my face, shutdown then we leave through the back
unfairly, speaking of raps its me and ocean no even in that

no even in that and i’m a don and i’m a g
i put a tracker on i caught a brudda running to the weed
they said they capping on a n+gga tryna run and i delete em
tryna batter don i couldn’t never runner from a neek and then a marathon
you gotta proper hustle for the p and f+ck a tag along
you really gotta struggle for the team
oh you a badder man, a cannibal, a murderer a animal
i never seen a dup of energy surrounding me

- p money lyrics

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