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savv boys x ghetto boys - crudchapo & peezy lyrics

[intro: crudchapo]
(mia jay c)
this b*tch is so heavy on my neck, n*gga
look

[verse 1: crudchapo]
in traffic in the benz, the glock and engine automatic
you gotta watch who you around, you know these n*ggas built like plastic
rock you out your casket, dope flyin’ like alladin
get six hundred a basket, it was a drought, but i had it
eighty thousand dollars on this charm and this cuban
i’ll really rock your ass straight to sleep, is you stupid?
i came through with the drop, i got auntie droolin’
200k in blues, out in traffic, i’m just coolin’
nine times out of ten, i’m in a foreign when i’m servin’
when i’m sittin’ in the trap, it be boring, but i’m workin’
we’ll slide in a range or we’ll slide in a ‘burban
you ever slide out your lane, put bread on you like a burger
[verse 2: peezy]
spent ’bout eighty thousand on my watch, you better not touch this b*tch
auntie called and said they finna raid, i gotta flush this sh*t
i can’t sell this brick the way it is, i gotta cut this sh*t
down to my last eight of wock’, i’m finna tuck this sh*t
if i want it, i’ma cash out, he gotta punch his sh*t
she keep tryna argue every day, i’m finna dump this b*tch
i got five hundred grams left, i’m finna dump this sh*t
i was ‘posed to save an eight for ri, but i drunk his sh*t

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i was supposed to meet big p at lando’s, but i’m stuck in flint
that one b*tch we seen at somerset was tryna suck my d*ck
first, i had a plain submariner, had to bust my wrist
thirty pointers all around my sh*t, i might cut my wrist
i’m a ghetto boy, you can tell by the way i pour my drink
one day i hid the stash from myself, where i put my safe?
f*ck around and got into it with bro ’cause he drunk my eight
he like, “i still got it, bro, you gotta chill,” he give me one a day
she don’t never suck my d*ck the right way, i always f*ck her face
say her baby daddy treat her wrong, she finna run away
catch a body with the gen5, throw the whole gun away
you havin’ fun all day, i just put another hun’ away

[verse 4: 753duff]
you don’t never have no cheese, you a turkey
every time my phone ring, it’s a purchase
i need a cup of codeine before i start workin’
these n*ggas out here voting, they pockets really hurtin’
summertime, i’m pourin’ lean in my slurpie
i’m comin’ vest plus tec, i ain’t worried
open up a bag of fent’, where my blender?
i don’t want state to smell it, we gotta zip it
[outro: crudchapo]
yeah, n*gga
savv boys, b*tch
ghetto boyz in this b*tch with me
y’all know what’s goin’ on
(you recordin’, smerf?)

- crudchapo peezy lyrics

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