G7 status
What up LP Peezy, huh
Sick, Mista Empty The Gleezy

Verse 1:
Motha, I’ma show you how to do this
G7, MTM, this is more than music
You better get it right, this is our life
You could catch me on the block, from the AM to the night
With a glizzy on the hip, and a fresh pair of Nikes
I’m addicted to the streets, where the fiends stuffing pipes
Twenty thousand in my pocket, while I jump on my flight
Plus I’m only 19, so I’m doing aiight
Streets saying, who that, I aint talking J Cole
Selling crack all year, that’s my payroll
Selling X to the box, I aint talking Halo
And I’m all about my faces, get it and I lay low
L Peezy like you know a back on, hustle till the pack gone
Yeah, I move them dimes and them nickels well
Bubble like ginger ale, then around get hit with shells

Chorus:
Banana Clip, yeah you know a back on
I hustle, till da pack gone
In da hood phone ringing, get my yack on
Prices go up, a get his jack on
L Peezy, yeah you know a back on
I hustle, till da pack gone
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In da hood, phone ringing, get my yack on
Prices go up, a gets his jack on

Verse 2:
Trapping like the defense, that’s the game plan
I’m on a cush cloud, no telling when the plane lands
A full clip, I could send as a freebie
Courtesy of Mista Empty The Gleezy
I’m riding out my you aint got to ask
For those locked behind bars or lying on the grass
No liz clay but we could face off
Short but I'll bang on you nay rob
Big 4’s when I’m rolling, riding dirty in a stolen
Hoodied up on a late night
Chipping out the pack till my cake right
Grinding hard, no sleep, sliding out wit my codees
D boys they know me, I was schooled by them old G’s
Cook it up, let it dry, bag it down, dish it out
Hustle till da pack gone, trap it when I nip it out
That’s what my clicks bout, getting my stacks on
Prices go up, a get his jack on

Chorus:
L Peezy, yeah you know a back on
I hustle, till da pack gone
In da hood phone ringing, get my yack on
Prices go up, a get his jack on
(Repeat)