| This that drive-by
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| This that Shawty Lo in Impala
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| Hello out the whip
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| With the clip, make you bye-bye
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| Roll the windows up
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| Hotbox, smokin' la la
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| Roll the windows down
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| See the opps, it’s a problem
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| Shit, really I’m a good boy
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| But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
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| Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
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| Lookin' at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
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| Screamin' out the window like, «Fuck you, pay me»
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| Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
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| Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
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| Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
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| Hangin' with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
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| If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
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| I’m a gang gang nigga 'til the jump outs come
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| If the jump outs come, guarantee I’m gon' run
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| Here’s a little story 'bout them boys that’s hittin' licks, ayy
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| Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Here’s a little story 'bout them boys that’s hittin' licks, ayy
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| Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
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| Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
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| Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
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| Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
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| Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
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| I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
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| I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
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| I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
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| 'Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
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| But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be 'bout it
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| Shit I was goin' down that road, but my phone kept reroutin'
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| They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
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| You gon' ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
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| So now we speedin' to the pizza place
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| Closin' up, it’s gettin' late
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| Someone gotta rob the shit
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| Everybody look at Jay
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| Gang, gang nigga 'til the jump outs come
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| If the jump outs come, guarantee I’m gon'
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| Run that shit
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| Drop dis like a fuckin' gunshot blaow!
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| Load the clip, rob, repeat
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| Load the clip, rob, repeat
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| Load the clip, rob, repeat
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| Load the clip, rob, repeat
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| Now everybody get up on the fuckin' ground
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| And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
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| Knowin' I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
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| So my actin' skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
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| Where the safe at? |
| Don’t make me ask again
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| Where the safe at?
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| Next question is: where the tape at?
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| That’s when I seen a red light blinkin' in peripheral
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| I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
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| I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
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| I hear a car creepin' up and then I tell her to wait
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| Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
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| And you will not feel a round, shhh
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| Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up
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| Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up
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| Police car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creepin' up
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| Car creepin' up, creepin' up, creep, creep
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| Me the villain
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| Dudes known to do more hustlin' than stealin'
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| Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
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| Never do no types of discussions around dealings
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| Get focused, y’all
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| Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
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| And Instagram put clowns in a jam
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| Doin' 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin' Spam
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| Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan
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| Finally someone let me out of my cage
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| Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
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| These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
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| Jackin' jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
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| Each day I be fightin' for my sanity (yeah)
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| My ho stay mad at me (what) she just a liability (fuck it)
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| She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
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| They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin' me?
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| I got back from answerin' job calls
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| I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
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| I recognized her from the pizza shop
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| I’m already deducing that my ho had to have something to do with this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pizza Shop Extended (with Yung Gleesh, DOOM & Del The Funky Homosapien) , by - IDK. Song from the album IWASVERYBAD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп