Pedigree lyrics

(Ayo Poetics, bring the drums in)

[Verse 1: Trizz]
I'm riding in this 'Lac with two b*tches in the back (yeaah)
Rolling up a blunt it's just me and Ouija Macc
We on your cap no cap we trippin' and riding strapped
This sh*t slap, so nod and bang your head to this track
This some different of money I love it this sh*t is lovely
These drugs make me laugh but none of this sh*t is funny
It get ugly like your b*tch when she walk up tryna hug me
She all up in my face talkin' bout she wanna f*ck me
I got hate all in my life but trust me these n*ggas love me
I'm selfish as a b*tch I ain't putting nothing above me
Walk up in this b*tch feeling like I hit the lottery
I gotta be the cleanest I'm dusting the dirt up off of me
If you ain't bout the sh*t you be talking then b*tch don't talk to me
The money flashing all on your Instagram ain't alot to me
They say my name in vain but that sh*t ain't never got to me
You better run and hide if you ever took a shot at me

[Chorus: Ouija Macc & (Trizz)]
This a robbery pistol whip policy (policy)
Walking felony (ooh) Bill Bellamy (yuh)
This my destiny this sh*t gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
Evil tendencies Trizzy off the Hennessy (sippin')
Moving goofy we gon' make yo ass a memory (yuuh)
This my destiny this sh*t gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Still sh*tting on 'em (yuh) been sh*tted (been sh*tted)
Mental ward Lord Ouija been committed (been committed)
I don't cherish none of this fame I won't miss it (I won't miss it)
Heard they biting my lil' swang I'm gon switch it
I put the set all on my necc ain't coming correct then I'ma collect
I'm a direct fuccin' threat you got a neck then you should protect
Giving a fucc about nothing but family fuccin' with that or you fuccin' with death
You can get popped for a liter of Faygo b*tch I know a thuggalo do it for less (yes)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc & (Trizz)]
This a robbery pistol whip policy (policy)
Walking felony (ooh) Bill Bellamy (yuh)
This my destiny this sh*t gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree
Evil tendencies Trizzy off the Hennessy (sippin')
Moving goofy we gon' make yo ass a memory (yuuh)
This my destiny this sh*t gon' be the death of me (yeah)
Who ahead of me? Nobody can match my pedigree [x2]