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peace tea - vanquish lyrics

[verse 1: 30k]
yeah, i sip on peace tea’s
give your b*tch a jes’ piece
stick my d*ck up in her crease
i’mma shooter * skeet skeet
then i pull out b*tch yeet
put my kids all on her t**th
then i get me sumn’ to eat
if she text me, i delete
i hit it once, i don’t repeat
i’mma baller, i shoot three’s
i like all my hoes in three
got me something i can squeeze
i could put your ass to sleep
matter fact, get you some z’s
don’t make me call up supreme
yeah, i know he got that beam
yeah, i know he love that pump
got that b*tch up in the trunk
bet he shoot it just for fun
ltg, i ain’t no punk
i go stupid, smoking skunk
super zooted, sipping some
your billete roll the blunt
we gon’ hit it ’till i’m slump
[chorus: 30k, traumateamakira & vanquish]
i pop the top, she c*ck the glock
i know the cops, they heard the shot
his body drop, clean up the spot
i hit that n*gga with the wop
sped off the lot, you see the dot
you better run before it pop, uh
f*cking with soreal, boy
you gon’ feel that steel, boy

[verse 2: traumateamakira]
four deep, that’s me
plus three and a ski
up the heat, life is bleak
go to sleep in the street
watch the cutter chop him down
from his head down to his feet
red beam, blue beam
green beam at your spleen
we ain’t playing laser tag
make that man promethazine
make ’em lean texas tea
he look like some swiss cheese
p*ssy n*gga, we the faction
and we all about that action
f*ck that talking and that rapping
we out here, we body sn*tching
soul sn*tching smoke a sack
you gon’ be the f*cking pack
you can call me johnny gat
b*tch, i’m bringing thugging back
you gon’ end up body bagged
toe tagged, wrapped up
in the back of that black truck
p*ssy n*gga wanna act up
hit him with the thirty clip
watch that boy do thirty flips
hollow tips at his wig
smoke that n*gga like a spliff
leave that n*gga body stiff
when i up that f*cking stick
hit a l!ck, you a stain
n*ggas act like they insane
but don’t even got no body
so they are not what they claim
put that laser on his head
and knock out his f*cking brain
all my goons down the rock
catch an op, we wack an op
riddle that man full of bullets
and watch him go into shock
[chorus: 30k, traumateamakira & vanquish]
i pop the top, she c*ck the glock
i know the cops, they heard the shot
his body drop, clean up the spot
i hit that n*gga with the wop
sped off the lot, you see the dot
you better run before it pop, uh
f*cking with soreal, boy
you gon’ feel that steel, boy

[verse 3: vanquish]
i ain’t tryna f*ck no b*tch, i don’t even gotta beg
that sh*t’s dead, she a zombie, i’m just aiming for the head
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoe, i just worried ’bout the bread
shouldn’t worry ’bout the dro, you should worry ’bout the lead
yeah, soreal, show respect, i got soldiers in my set
yeah, my crew, we soreal, don’t believe it, come and check
i don’t have to f*cking shoot, i just gotta cut the check
i ain’t gotta tie the noose, we mexicans, we cutting necks, uh
you can not f*ck with the devil, uh
i be like up on a red bull, uh
i’m from the rock like pebbles, uh
i’m stacking up like legos, uh
soreal, ain’t n0body realer
my crew is full of gorillas
i he surrounded by hitters
all of my crew full of k!llers
yeah, my team, we supreme, i got spiegel with the beam
i got 30 on the beat, thirty k made in a week
all these b*tches zombies and they follow, yeah, i’m out your league
they ain’t tryna give me brain, they just want some brain from me
got six hitters on my label, everyone of them is able
billete and calle, they know, yeah, queen b, she ’bout them pesos
if you tryna step to me, you better think twice or just lay low
’cause my crew is full of hitters, they gon’ k!ll it if i say so, uh

- vanquish lyrics

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