peach crush (Sippin That Red) Lyrics

Wake up, every morning, I get paper everyday

Before I hop out up the bed, a nigga check his BOA

She said her boyfriend is a bum, she said that he just in the way

But I tell her not to leave him cause him cause I'm goin MIA

I ain't even in Miami, I might touchdown in LA

I'm sippin green cause its a drought, I heard its plenty in the A

I want my money, don't play with my chips, you'll die bout frito-lay

I'm so for real, I'm geeking off a pill so don't get in my way

I was born to get this paper, I'm so bout a dollar bill

Nigga I don't got a job, just popping checks, and popping pills

And nah I know that nigga broke, he'd probably go on Dr. Phil

Ya baby mama slurping on me while I'm geeking off a pill

I must admit she ate the dick, and yeah you know she did it well

I know you listen, I wont say her name, cause I don't kiss and tell

Plus I'm serving I don't need you fucking up my clientele

Since a youngin, I had understood you gotta buy and sell

Paper chasing in my dreams, I brought this shit to life

I'm sleeping with my nina, why you creeping with a knife

He left his gun, and shit went wrong, my shit was in my right

That just the way the story ended on gloomy night

I just dropped the red inside the peach crush

She told her friend she wanna fuck

She told her speak up

You dancing on the firearm

That just my heat tucked

I'm schooling niggas

Tell me who the fuck gone teach us

I just dropped the red inside the peach crush

She told her friend she wanna fuck

She told her speak up

You dancing on the firearm

That just my heat tucked

I'm schooling niggas

Tell me who the fuck gone teach us