Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piru, artist - Slim 400. Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Piru |
| Serving in these streets ain’t right, It is what it is |
| So what we doin' what we doin' so what |
| Don’t judge me speak my name |
| I’m dancin', baby |
| Slim 400 baby, lets go |
| I twist my fingaz on the corner |
| Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana |
| Ski mask red rags & California |
| Piru Piru |
| I swang through the streets with all my partners |
| Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers |
| Hundred round .223's inside the chopper |
| Piru piru |
| Back then they was fakin' it |
| Niggas knew they it was, and it was Bompton |
| Same shit I was I’m spitting 'till this day |
| That’s shout the word out to baby Trey |
| We speaking on the real one |
| Better state the facts or don’t say nothing |
| That’s true as can be |
| & and I’mma keep that foreign, and on Bompton P on Spruce street |
| I ain’t never had to fake it |
| Its a roll to play you should see it&, nigga |
| You ain’t never even heard of that |
| (Aw shit nigga, you better listen to Nip nigga) |
| How you gettin' money how you stackin'? |
| Who your favorite artist, how you rappin'? |
| (Shit B’s been fucking with C’s nigga, you ain’t learn a lesson from anything) |
| Been putting down I done earn mine |
| Two shells and done did some time |
| Like why? |
| Nigga fuck you |
| And that’s really him |
| Now recording me and him in the studio (Wiz) |
| Balling out at the Squad meet. |
| (Obama) |
| Pulling out in all blassik shit |
| My favorite color been burgundy |
| I twist my fingaz on the corner |
| Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana |
| Ski mask red rags & California |
| Piru Piru |
| I swang through the streets with all my partners |
| Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers |
| Hundred round .223's inside the chopper |
| Piru piru |
| Rich niggas still in the turf |
| Since 16 I’ve been burned |
| Mixed the brandy with the lemonade call it briminade |
| Now we turnt |
| On the corner on the block with no t-shirt |
| Driving slow gonna that’ll get you merked |
| Caught em slipping in the turf |
| RIP pictures on the shirt |
| Late night niggas creepin' |
| The reason your momma said when the lights come on bring yo ass in |
| Yeah, niggas hang out |
| Talk extra we banged out |
| Trade straps then trade them back |
| Let the burgundy flag swang out, damn |
| Niggas don’t want no escape plan |
| Niggas just wanna bird and the chopper that’ll get 'em off one in his hands, |
| damn |
| Bompton snapped back with my Ray-Bans |
| Thinking back Boo the third |
| Free him |
| He my main man |
| Piru |
| I twist my fingaz on the corner |
| Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana |
| Ski mask red rags & California |
| Piru Piru |
| I swang through the streets with all my partners |
| Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers |
| Hundred round .223's inside the chopper |
| Piru piru |
| Didn’t reach that |
| Gotta reach back |
| Protocol G-code I’mma teach that |
| If you fool 'em we gon' eat that |
| Heat that then we gon' reflack (?) |
| Don’t let them be in the p hat |
| With the same damn thing |
| Believe that |
| Hands up no gun japanese that |
| Redrum still A1 spit that be fact |
| Bompton where piru street at |
| Big burgundy flag where we kill over mag |
| Then we bring it right back |
| I know every OG that came before me |
| Turnin over in the grave they mad |
| Its a glitch in the matrix |
| You said gotta switch to the basics |
| When a homie got a life |
| Other homie got killed same damn night |
| Take flight on one of your own |
| That shit right there ain’t right |
| That shit right there ain’t right |
| I twist my fingaz on the corner |
| Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana |
| Ski mask red rags & California |
| Piru Piru |
| I swang through the streets with all my partners |
| Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers |
| Hundred round 223's inside the chopper |
| Piru piruuuuuuu |