"Peach Nehi" lyrics
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one)
Took a Peach Nehi and poured a four in it
They waiting on me to die, but I'ma grow into an old nigga
They slid with four switches on a four-wheeler
She always ask for shit before I fuck, she a gold digger
She fuck with broke niggas, bro, I won't hit her
I just watched some bitches give a nigga life and he a dope dealer
My cup is more thicker, I need more Swishers
Like why the fuck you let that nigga in your crib? He ain't had no business
Sleeping in the bed with a snake, boss
Said it was too late the time he found out, they blew his face off
Sold grams for five dollars, get the shake off
I think I seen a roach in her crib, hit my jacket with the shake off
That nigga touch his nose too much, I know he takes off
They slid in the SRT Stratus, shot the brakes off
Okay, you got some Trish, how much of eight ball?
Why you ain't shoot? This nigga ran into his opps and had a face off
I can't pull up on you, baby, I'm on house arrest
If I shoot you in the back with this FN, coming out your chest
Been on earth for forty years and in the mountains
This white boy had an old pint of red, we talked him out the bitch
One day I bought some real dope with some coke in it
Cooked so much dope in the kitchen, had to—, uh, buy a new counter set
Boy, you 15 years old, you is not a threat
He slid, then went to his mama house, that's where they shot him at
Mike said he left the thirties here, but where you got 'em at?
When they let me off this shit, I ain't gonna know how to act
Today I'm riding with some dirty money, where laundry mat?
I bought a car and sold it for the same price, I'm laundering
My money laundering
We just slid out a white body Scat, it's the shiniest
He made an internet post, then died from technology
Ten thousand dollars on me now, let's go wild
Hit her off a Perc for 30 minutes straight, she got knocking knees
Don't call my phone with no bullshit, I talk Guapanese
My little nigga ain't got no screws tight, he shot— po-lice
This nigga shot police
If you want fucking with me on birth, you do not know me
I'm on some different shit
This nigga pulled a gun out on me and got his pistol killed
Four dead bodies in the car, not no witnesses
He had a hundred pints of Quake and I bought a little bit
She a cold freak, when she lick my balls, it's kinda ticklish
Took a four-five and dropped something, we was in the 6
These niggas sweeter than some fucking licorice
I've been drinkin' Quag' for eight days, I need to get some Tris
I ain't been thinking about my little bro, I'm finna reminisce
I had these old hundreds since the day you met me, you remember this?
I'm on some bullshit, I'm in Flint, finna get with Chris
If I give you dog shit, I need interest
We tapped a nigga head from far away, it was interesting
This bitch freaky, now I can't imagine when the liquor hit
He threw the drank to bro, but I grabbed it, had to pick a six
Can't believe she took her bra off, it smell like pickle chips
Then she took her pants off, I smelt a little fish
Refund the Cash App after I fuck, I always trick a bitch, I don't trick a bit
Gave Lil Tay a Glock and he came back with a different stick
I can get a nigga likes cut off if I flip the switch
I heard they looking for me in Bankhead, I'm in Michigan
Took a Peach Nehi and poured a four in it
They waiting on me to die, but I'ma grow into an old nigga
They slid with four switches on a four-wheeler
She always ask for shit before I fuck, she a gold digger
She fuck with broke niggas, bro, I won't hit her
I just watched some bitches give a nigga life and he a dope dealer
My cup is more thicker, I need more Swishers
Like why the fuck you let that nigga in your crib? He ain't had no business
Sleeping in the bed with a snake, boss
Said it was too late the time he found out, they blew his face off
Sold grams for five dollars, get the shake off
I think I seen a roach in her crib, hit my jacket with the shake off
That nigga touch his nose too much, I know he takes off
They slid in the SRT Stratus, shot the brakes off
Okay, you got some Trish, how much of eight ball?
Why you ain't shoot? This nigga ran into his opps and had a face off
I can't pull up on you, baby, I'm on house arrest
If I shoot you in the back with this FN, coming out your chest
Been on earth for forty years and in the mountains
This white boy had an old pint of red, we talked him out the bitch
One day I bought some real dope with some coke in it
Cooked so much dope in the kitchen, had to—, uh, buy a new counter set
Boy, you 15 years old, you is not a threat
He slid, then went to his mama house, that's where they shot him at
Mike said he left the thirties here, but where you got 'em at?
When they let me off this shit, I ain't gonna know how to act
Today I'm riding with some dirty money, where laundry mat?
I bought a car and sold it for the same price, I'm laundering
My money laundering
We just slid out a white body Scat, it's the shiniest
He made an internet post, then died from technology
Ten thousand dollars on me now, let's go wild
Hit her off a Perc for 30 minutes straight, she got knocking knees
Don't call my phone with no bullshit, I talk Guapanese
My little nigga ain't got no screws tight, he shot— po-lice
This nigga shot police
If you want fucking with me on birth, you do not know me
I'm on some different shit
This nigga pulled a gun out on me and got his pistol killed
Four dead bodies in the car, not no witnesses
He had a hundred pints of Quake and I bought a little bit
She a cold freak, when she lick my balls, it's kinda ticklish
Took a four-five and dropped something, we was in the 6
These niggas sweeter than some fucking licorice
I've been drinkin' Quag' for eight days, I need to get some Tris
I ain't been thinking about my little bro, I'm finna reminisce
I had these old hundreds since the day you met me, you remember this?
I'm on some bullshit, I'm in Flint, finna get with Chris
If I give you dog shit, I need interest
We tapped a nigga head from far away, it was interesting
This bitch freaky, now I can't imagine when the liquor hit
He threw the drank to bro, but I grabbed it, had to pick a six
Can't believe she took her bra off, it smell like pickle chips
Then she took her pants off, I smelt a little fish
Refund the Cash App after I fuck, I always trick a bitch, I don't trick a bit
Gave Lil Tay a Glock and he came back with a different stick
I can get a nigga likes cut off if I flip the switch
I heard they looking for me in Bankhead, I'm in Michigan
