Peachtree lyrics

[Intro]:
RTB n*gga come on

[Verse 1]:
I ain’t no plumber but I always got my pipe out
Like you ain’t pay the bill have my n*gga knock yo lights out
At the club bruised up n*gga I got my ice out
Presidential whips and exotic Glocks I’m at the White House
n*ggas tender bout a b*tch I hit his hoe he wanna fight now
Same b*tch that you pillow talking got her on a flight now
She irritating but her pus*y good so I might pound
She bout to ride with this water on my wrist said me might drown

[Verse 2]:
b*tch jumping to conclusions she like 5 foot
Hit a b*tch she gone tell her friend cause it’s textbook
b*tch better have my money that’s the best hook
Glock leave a n*gga stretched like a left hook
Know some real n*ggas went to court in some Tom Fords
Young n*ggas f*cking hoes on camera like Jersey shore
My Mexican b*tch only know 10 words I just called her Dora
Told my b*tch let my have my way you’ll see bora bora

[Verse 3]:
You ever seen Fiji well let me be
Cartis on made a movie with yo b*tch it’s in 3D
She like my music so she finna let me bone for a sneak peek
In the A she treat me like I’m Lil Jon im finna skeet skeet
Told lil baby that I only want the head she trynna beat meat
How the f*ck you got designer shirts on but yo feets weak
She made it sloppy then she cleaned it up that’s my neat freak
I heard you f*cking with them dirty hoes who leave a sheet streak
[Verse 4]:
I’m trynna get white rich I might bleach me
I’m in the A with 6 hoes this a freak neek
We in the A a hunnit bows down on Peachtree
That’s a fake presi lil n*gga they gone impeach you
Told my b*tch she don’t like my hoes she can leave too
Told my dog you can play yo role you can eat too
Feel like Otis b*tch don’t nobody need you
Why you lying on that Glock we dont believe you

[Verse 5]:
I was blind to the bullsh*t n*gga now it’s see thru
I’ll jump off a bridge before I tell a b*tch I need you
I been popping percs to ease the pain yeah I think I need 2
Back to back days f*cking on yo b*tch this a sequel
I be in the crib thinking damn what the f*ck would meech do
I seen yo name on that paperwork we can’t be cool
Everytime we bout to f*ck a b*tch she let me choose
I call my n*gga Chi Bob the Builder he keep tools

[Verse 6]:
I just but a b*tch in timeout she like to break rules
I just got a n*gga crossed out for staring at my jewels
I’ll hit yo b*tch with a 10 n*gga cash rules
Made man n*ggas don’t like me but gotta act cool
Everytime these n*ggas try they hand bullets tattooed
Everytime I sneeze she gone bless me n*gga Achoo
How you ain’t know she a hoe check the attributes