Peckham Krazy E

Hit Squad. Squad, Baby. Pecknarm shit. The Ps up till I freeze up. Pants saggin', black flaggin', you already know. Uh. Pull Look, Hit Squad's here, What? Fuck. Pull up, pop, pop, What? DBG shot, watched. What? Broski still locked up, but I said the Clock don't stop. What? I been out for about Two months, and I had to burn that top. Burn. Chunky gloves and trainers also. Two known zoo ooze. I like we grew up in a war zone. I done stepped with the bokeys, but I like The 318 more so. Facts. I should've, would've, could've, uh. I know I can't claim that almost. Nah. But his friend got torso. Next chest, you can say that's almost. Gang. Let me slow it down, my-Uh. Bro got a pack. Ain't no show, I'm rollin' Loud. I vamp for the money 'cause you know I gotta count, man. Facts. Pecknarm, lil' bitch, we the darkest in the Southside. Index, index. #HitSquad pull up, but we don't spin decks. Uh. Spin things, spin like feds. Follows, I can leave six dead. What? Bro said, "Go and park that Waps," but I can't leave this skeng. Nah. No way, I can't leave my friend, nah, And I scream free Dens. Free him Free LD, Lil D Squeezo. In other words, free Lil Shaytan. Up. Mum said, "None of these youts can take You." I sent change to my mand, look. Man just spray out the car, and if I Ain't far, I'll ching up your clart. Ching it. These niggas must be some sniffer. I whip that shit and these niggas ain't hard. Huh? But I come back like karma. Uncs chaos, I cause drama. Mad ting. backs to the 'Narm straight after. Loudest zoo with the loudest laughter. Uh. Them niggas just see that whip and think, "Oh, shit," just call us master. Back this work out your chest to your head. Don't get me cross like pastor. Uh. Yeah, yeah. Aight, me take it from here, you know? Yeah. Real Peckham boy shit, you know? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, told you. Yeah. So I stay Hit Squad, Ah. Peckham made niggas, yeah. Peckham We the ones that come 'round and regulate Niggas, yeah. Uh. We the ones that caught bodies and got away With 'em, yeah. SN1, Zone 2, you wanna play with 'em, Uh? Uh. Rap money good, but I still do Cocaine missions. Cocaine missions. in thick of the shit. Look at the flick of his wrist. Don't come 'round flexin', you know we love stickin' Up shit, uh. Headshot, headshot. Yeah. Feel like I'm pickin' your wig, uh. What? Man down, man down, uh. Hope they don't see what I did. See. Speak what I live. Them man there sleep For they herb. All of my niggas on go. Go. I just gotta give them the word, word, Mm. Young niggas wanna rap, Ah. Told 'em, "Give me a verse, give me the Work." Give me the work. For half the brick, just give me the bird. Give me the bird. Bad bitch, twelve pack, I Just sniff up her skirt. Get in the car, Then skrt. Skrt. This shit like a gift and A curse. Yeah. I got niggas in jail, niggas In turf. Ah. Turn niggas to packs. Ah. Put niggas on shirts. Make Salah with the axe. Axe. Break bread like I'm sittin' in church. B man stuntin' the car. Uh. Turn that whip to a Urus. Skrrt. Yeah, I just ghost, man. Ghost. Come to your girl like the postman. Before I smoke man, poke man, slap man, Choke man. Headlock, choke slam, That's what I do to the game. What If you're talkin' 'bout stripes, I got a Few on my name. No, we ain't the same. Same. You don't claim what I claim. Don't ask what I'm on 'cause I'm back in My wave. Waves. Ride out night after night. Ah. And I'm lurkin' day after day. Ah. Pecknarm for life. For life. Free niggas dying the same. Quiet, quiet, quiet. Ah. Whoo. Narm shit, man. You know how it goes. Beep Look. Gang, gang. Yo, man don't do ticks, do I look like Nike? What Ring ring trap, man's doin' up foot, Car doin' up bike. Skrrt. I could do you a bit of budge, But I'm not gonna lie, man's flyin' this light. Mm-hmm. Gyal with a back on mine, don't be Shy like a man don't bite. Like come here. Bro just smashed up an opp On the wing, so you know that I bought Him credit. Big him up. Craig face step on The stage. Blap, blap, nothin' but shellings. Blap. Wanna take it there? We can take it There direct, we don't need no debit. Mm-hmm. Rambo knife on the back road, do man Dirt, let his flesh get severed. Skrrt. I do this ting for the money. Ah. You do this ting for the fame. Yeah. Can't lie, man, I turned that deal down 'cause I can't even lie, was lame. Know it. Me and broski switchin' lanes, hittin' 70 Straight down to the 'paves. Skrrt. Bro wanna talk 'bout smoke and dingers, might get Chinged in your face. Skrrt. Lil' big Rambo on My waist, all on me just by my pelvis. Mm-hmm. Peng gyal wanna blow my dro. Wanna rock and roll, this ain't nothin' like Elvis. Come here. Point nine on the budge on a One-fifth. Bro told me that I'm comin' too selfish. Know it. Bro on the T with green, I Got white, we comin' like Salt-Paus. Let me just get one sec. Fools of Laken And Rex get wrecked, huh. Let me just step and flex. OT, OT, gotta Mash this bread. How you still chat when your Friend dem dead? How you still chat when your Gang's been cheffed? Two sets, two sets, let me Whip that skeng. Skrrt, bang, do it again. Blap. Them man hidin' shops. Had a panda pops and they still get ketched. Oh, They can't chat for my friends. Know it. I can name two, few times, few Times, few times that a man's been cheffed. One in the head, one in the chest. Yeah. I can't even talk too mad 'cause a Man's givin' way too much to the feds. Free Rugrat, free all of my friends. The gang.