PHC LA LA lyrics

[Verse 1]
Right here, this is where you lost your luck
'Cause rapper such and such f*cked around and got you punched
First I heard it from your boy, then from your tongue
n*gga, I'm a crazy f*ck, might snap and kill your son
But before they try to put me in the pen again
I left Sherry's dead body in the present
I had to tell you 'cause I didn't leave no evidence
Except for note that said: "f*ck you and this b*tch"
Now who the f*ck left Azizi off the leash again?
No one answered 'cause I've already eatin' them
For you corny ass n*ggas I defeated them
Conquered them
Born to do, same sh*t, I play to win
But I be f*ckin' b*tches up with my di*k now
Last chick, ass fat I blew her back out
b*tch got it fixed, came back I blew it back out
Story of my life, that's your wife
Who are you? Wow
Kids? Bet, I got a few now
All of these b*tches that I came in and ran out
See Pete tryna hit a n*gga with the boom bow
North's f*cked up but, baby girl, your life will pan out
sh*t but a n*ggas got problems
Bigger issues and economics
I got a fist full, I'm tryna start sh*t
So when y'all n*ggas fight
I'ma dip and work on my sh*t
Y'all n*ggas need to use your time wisely
'Cause whack rappers be the main n*ggas here grindin'
Why is everybody so worked up on timin'?
Just drop your sh*t, get a pimp, put him on son
Damn right, now your n*gga is here is on one
His verse super sick, suck my di*k, b*tch, we on some
​​preHISTORIC motherf*ckin' pterodactyl arson
We gon' beat your ass, watch your ass, put your guard up
[Chorus]
Hide your weed, hide your b*tch, hide your phone
'Cause when we come through (It's all Deebo)
I said it's the f*ck you (P-p-p-p-patron)
And n*gga I don't know you (So it's best you go, n*gga)
But real sh*t, shut the f*ck up, I am serious
The worst thing that you could ever do is get curious
Don't be naive, like the grapevine, won't hear your sh*t
PH 'til I f*ckin' die, suck my di*k

[Verse 2]
sh*t, I'm chillin' on a futon
Watchin' workaholics, smokin' weed, on my laptop
Writin' to this beat while I'm chillin' next to iRock
Thinkin' about the bullsh*t I did last week, dawg
sh*t so bad, I won't speak on
But on the low-key it just took me to my peak point
All of you b*tch ass n*ggas you are so doint
f*ck it roll a joint, call some hoes, put on old boy
Yeah, you n*ggas gettin' old boy
Only see n*ggas yo' age at your show boy
f*ck you n*gga, you can keep bein' a dope boy
No offense to them but you could laugh up on the throne, boy
I'ma do her while you can do you, boy
You n*ggas get mad 'cause you dated her ass in school, boy
I'ma smokin' jack, kiss my ass, I'm immune boy
You gon' get your sh*t spent, pet some pus*y, you are too boy
Don't f*ck with me
I'm not that type of n*gga that you keep for company
But b*tch, I own the company
​​preHISTORIC Crew
n*gga, f*ck with me
[Chorus]
Hide your weed, hide your b*tch, hide your phone
'Cause when we come through (It's all Deebo)
I said it's the f*ck you (P-p-p-p-patron)
And n*gga I don't know you (So it's best you go, n*gga)
But real sh*t, shut the f*ck up, I am serious
The worst thing that you could ever do is get curious
Don't be naive, like the grapevine, won't hear your sh*t
PH 'til I f*ckin' die, suck my di*k

[Outro]
We out