Lyrics Churches Peppers - Guap Tarantino , Lil Keed

Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
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Bezel, the old Rollie was out of date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