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interlude - peezy lyrics

[chorus]
one foot in, one foot out (yeah)
gettin’ plenty rap money, still savin’ up for a drought (still savin’ up)
i remember vividly vans raided my uncle house
flush a bird down the toilet, two choppers under the couch (real)

[verse]
i had young money way before we heard of lil wayne
i really come from it (no cap), pocket full of blues, ain’t got no change
i keep it one hundred (yeah), real one, ain’t no dirt on my name (ain’t no dirt on my name, n*gga)
n*ggas hatin’, talkin’ down, that sh*t just come with the game (sh*t just come with this sh*t)
know we catchin’ sh*t in traffic, boy, don’t jump in my lane
really down to shoot your ass ’bout a chain (really down to shoot your ass, boy)
i ain’t make the rules up, n*gga, i’m just playin’ the game (i’m just playin’ this sh*t)
sippin’ red, countin’ blues, but i ain’t joinin’ no gang (i ain’t joinin’ no gang)
blood n*ggas, crip n*ggas, we all one and the same (we all one and the same)
gds, vicelords, whatever set you claim, let’s get it (let’s get it)
one thing we got in common, we just tryna get tickets (that’s it)
tryna stack a couple commas and move out the trenches (yup)
put your faith inside obama, he ain’t did sh*t, n*gga (he ain’t did sh*t)
we bought obama phones and we got rich with ’em (no kizzy)
sold too many grams in front the store (yeah)
hit the strip club, throwin’ it on the dancers on the pole
see them cameras on the pole, n*gga? ain’t no creepin’ up (ain’t no creepin’ up, n*gga)
raid vans gettin’ dressed at the store, they deep as f*ck (let’s roll)
know what that mean, close the shop down, let’s pack it up (let’s get it)
when they leave, we open right back up (uh*huh, we open right back up, man)
every time a n*gga fell down, i got right back up (i got right back up, man)
black maybach, n*gga, all*white guts (n*gga, all*white guts, man)
we was young n*ggas rockin’ all*white buffs (twenty deep)
f*ckin’ every bad rap b*tch in the club (you remember)
last thing these f*ckboys envisioned was us (for real)
really ain’t too many n*ggas richer than us (they ain’t richer than us)
if you made it out the ghetto, lift your wrist up (n*gga, lift your wrist up)
reach for one of these and we’ll shoot this b*tch up, n*gga (we’ll tear this b*tch up, n*gga)
you know how we pullin’ up in coupes and big trucks (boy)
boy, you know the saying, if she wink, she get f*cked (if she wink, she get hit)
chain so f*ckin’ bright, she can’t blink in the club (n*gga, she can’t blink in this b*tch)
too many hoes on me, i can’t think in the club, d*mn (n*gga, i can’t think in this b*tch)
rollin’ up exotic weed, drinkin’ this mud (drinkin’ this b*tch)
wanna know the sauce, i charge a fee for a dub (charge a fee in this b*tch, n*gga)
ridin’ in a caravan low*key with my plug (yeah)
just give me ’bout a week, it’s gon’ flood, n*gga (shh)
[chorus]
one foot in, one foot out
gettin’ plenty rap money, still savin’ up for a drought
i remember vividly vans raided my uncle house
flush a bird down the toilet, two choppers under the couch

[outro]
one foot in, one foot out
one foot in, one foot out

- peezy lyrics

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