Churches Peppers - Guap Tarantino, Lil Keed

Brr

Brr, brr, brr

Brr

Burr, urr, grr

Beckham, Beckham

Buy, Beckham

Yeah, yeah

Let’s go, let’s go

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham

Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah

Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em

Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah

Takin' a flight out to Dallas

No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah

Spin that lil' boy like propellers

And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah

Turn up these bitch on a J

Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go)

Chopping shit up like a fade

Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon)

Glad I got through that phase

Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon)

Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns

We only doin' some trades (Keed, talk to 'em)

Yeah, find a nice bitch and format the team

We gettin' rich, yeah, yeah

Peep the scene, she like damn

And he on a bean, yeah, yeah

Nah, bitch, I’m just pullin' these strings

Nah, bitch, I’m just in these streets

Yeah, I’m a studio junky

Yeah, I don’t get no fuckin' sleep

She say she can’t breathe

So I shoved dick off in her lungs

She say she can’t breathe

I got bitches, came from nothin' (Let's go)

She so pretty, yeah, yeah

Bitch, my Patek on flee-nee-neek (On God)

Yeah, I put my baby mama finger on fleek (Let's go)

Double cup drank and this shit on fleek (Mud)

Pullin' up and we blendin' in (Pull up)

'Cause we finna kill the scene (Slime, slime)

Bitch, I got blue cheese on cheese (Cheese, cheese)

Got blue check, bitch, just cheese (Just cheese)

We ain’t have big dawgs, we ain’t have OG’s

Yeah, yeah, we taught ourself

How to make it out these streets

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham

Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah (Slimeball)

Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em

Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah

Takin' a flight out to Dallas

No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah

Spin that lil' boy like propellers

And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah

Turn up these bitch on a J

Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go)

Chopping shit up like a fade

Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon)

Glad I got through that phase

Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon)

Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns

We only doin' some trades (Yeah)

I used to go hit the road for the racks, used to jugg out of state

I took a PJ to LA, the house that I stayed in, it came with a maid

Bought me a Rollie and bust down the bezel, the old Rollie was out of date

Two hundred racks, my nigga, can’t sit there, lil' nigga, ain’t got nothin' to

say (Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks)

Got this shit up, I done came out the bowl

Bro called my phone, he just got out the hole (Yeah)

All these damn racks, she wan' give me her soul

I just went green, I done got in my mode

I done fell in love with just countin' them 'chos

Told 'em I get this shit fresh off the boat

Feds got real close, we done changed up the load

Fillin' these B’s with the racks, I’m like woah

Bust down my whip, no keys

Shawty do whatever I please

Yellow beam with the blue cheese

Nigga can’t be on my team

Ran out of red, sippin' green

I just popped a pill, on G speed

Pop me a pill and I’m geeked

Thousand shots 'bout Lil Keed

Catchin' these hoes just like Beckham

Shit can get hot, Church’s peppers, yeah (Slimeball)

Fuckin' these hoes, yeah, we peck 'em

Naw, not a woodpecker, yeah

Takin' a flight out to Dallas

No, we ain’t takin' no Teslas, yeah

Spin that lil' boy like propellers

And naw, we not skippin' the pebbles, yeah

Turn up these bitch on a J

Turn up these bitch on a plays, yeah (Let's go)

Chopping shit up like a fade

Yeah, we throw shots at his face (C'mon)

Glad I got through that phase

Now I’m seein' better days (C'mon)

Naw, we ain’t sellin' no guns

We only doin' some trades