Young Pz - Jpz

Not a Blood or a Crip, I do my own thing

Secret society, started my own gang

Your whip so clean, I’m like, «Shit, this whole thing?»

Gas on the track like a match to the propane

I’m laughing to the bank with a bag of the dank

Got a whole pack of Woods, 'bout half in the tank

I’m headed down the highline to bust down a rollie

And send a box to the bus, down with the homies

They never seen another rapper who can go like this

Bitch, I might splurge slim, you ain’t cold like this

women pimpin', a kiss

I’m all in it, you all finished—let's blow this bitch

Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

This is why they broke and you’re so paid

I’m with Daz 2−1 down in LBC

Call a direct when I need tree

Lil' D told me he could see it in my eyes

40 knew from the jump, the young Peez was a god

I’m with in the Hollywood hills

My ex-bitch hate my guts but she follow me still

Put the message in the puddin', make them swallow the pill

Pimp C’s in me so they gotta be trill

Rest in peace Mac Dre and the boy Fat Tone

I got prospects slappin' when I get back home

I’m the number one trap pick, I’m Patrick Mahomes

I’m back at it, it’s black magic, the package is gone

Peezy, Peezy, Peezy, can’t you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

This is why they broke and you’re so paid