peacemaker (ft. ROUTYBOYCA$H)

(LYRICS FROM THE SONG PAGE)

[chours]
Choppa sang, bullets rain
9'll hit yah fukin throat
Listen you a Ho
Peacemaker, it go, bro
You a bitch
Fuck off my dick
Know I'm clean with this shit
Young b, feelin tipsy
Just look at my wrist please

[verse 1]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, what chance say?
Say it with me, fuck this shit, every goddamn day
Steal money, huh, like fuck a pay
Real runny, huh, like fuck away
(fuck away)
Yuh yuh
Okc, yeah I'm thunder
Take a pic, and post to your tumbler
Huh, I'm sick, pussy boy wonder
See that Girl, Yeah I done her
Bitch I murder rap flows
Go ahead tell all yo hoes
Bitch you know my Swag Is cold
It's cold
Ice cold wrist, my own shit
I'm wicked, stay with it
Money riches, blunt hit it
Fuck these bicthes, yeah I'm wit it
Yeah I'm qit it, yeah I'm quick
Act fast, get cash
Routy boy, lighter flick bitch (my)

[chours]
Choppa sang, bullets rain
9'll hit Yo goddamn throat
Huh, you a damn Ho
Peacemaker go, bro
You a bitch
Off my dick
Know I'm clean with this shit
Young b on this shit
Yeah it's easy as this like

[verse 2]
Now everyone from the 615
Get ya lighters, grab ya weed
Let's smoke till we die, goodbye
Get ya rum, get ya guns, go dumb
Get ya 9's, get ya knives, bitch don't lie
Oh my
To fire, get high
My shine, my grinds not over
Old shit, bitch get over
You sad? bitch get over
What that, get over
What's that, roll doja
I'm ass, fuck over
Over