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p.y.g - pyg freestyle lyrics
[intro: tiny boost, y.butch]
yo (yo)
pyg (py)
boost, butch (young butch)
darks (si)
pecknarm (pecky)
‘narm (realest k!llers)
dunkno (dunkno, pecky, bra)
[verse 1: tiny boost, y.butch]
you n-ggas keep slacking ’round here (slacking) fam it’s popping off (popping)
on the blocks getting gwop (gwop), ’round here we’re shotting rocks (rocks)
when the sun shows, dash when the shotting stops (stops)
if you stick ups you’ll get robbed if you shot a box (true)
i run up on a pr-ck, show him how the gun works
draw for your ting, i bet you get gun burst
c-ck back, one in your head, watch your mug burst
or you’ll get shanked up (shanked), choose which ones worse (choose)
i’m on the ends, with the trainer pocket
c-ck back, ready to bang you’ll be lain if i pock it
spin ’round your bits, ting out on a pedal bike
so you better duck when you see me tryna pedal bike (dust)
tiny boost, i’m tryna get the game trapped (trapped)
talking ’bout bare work (work), pr-ck where’s your name at (where’s it at)
went slipping for a bit, now my name’s back (back)
one to your face, watch your whole frame crack (crack)
[verse 2: y.butch]
pecky’s tingy, that’s the blocks where we’re at
blocks where we trap, waiting for boxes of gats
talk, and i’ll put a stop to your chat (stop that)
so if you see us on your block, you better know that we bobbing in straps (straps)
and if you try blocking your flats, my n-ggas got aim to take the top off your hat (brap)
’cause it’s real like that, you’ll get k!lled like that
you p-ssies talk like you’re ill like that (you’re not)
[verse 3: t.darko]
what’d you really think (think)
this is street life (life)
we only meet twice, before i make the heat slide (tsh)
i know the g’s want us locked in (locked in)
that’s why they got my cousin termz boxed in (trust)
now my auntie’s p-ssed (p-ssed)
but it’s nothing though
we’ll soon be back on the block bunning [?] (bunning [?])
but that’s the past, i’m tryna look ahead
i’ve got my eyes on grinding and stacking bread
the heat’s always packing lead
but any little pr-ck, try running it up
you’ll get your wig split (split)
we’re getting dirty cash (cash), we’re getting cash for dirt (dirt)
little pr-cks dirt body get stashed for [?]
and f-ck girls (girls), i put my money first (first)
got one b-tch to stop a n-gga being rich
so i stick to the trap and get my p’s up
i ain’t chilling in my yard with my feet up (f-ck that)
[outro: tiny boost]
bang (bang, bang)
pecknizzy (nizzy, pecknizzy)
pyg (pyg)
peckham’s youngest gangsters, you dunkno (gangsters, gangsters, dunkno)
07, 08 (07, 08)
fill up the road (k!lling ’em, k!lling ’em)
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