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letra de pizza shop extended - idk

part i

[intro]
blow your mind

[verse 1: jay idk]
this that drive-by
this that shawty lo in impala
h-llo out the whip
with the clip, make you bye-bye
roll the windows up
hotbox, smokin’ la la
roll the windows down
see the opps, it’s a problem
sh-t, really i’m a good boy
but that trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
blunt guts on the floor, i’m a backwood boy
lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
screamin’ out the window like, “f-ck you, pay me”
stick you for the cash like my nickname baby (brrr)
used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
charley’s grilled subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
hangin’ with my n-gg-s makes me wanna start trouble
if they fight, i’ma fight, make this sh-t a royal rumble
i’m a gang gang n-gg- ’til the jump outs come
if the jump outs come, guaranteed i’m gon’ run

[chorus: yung gleesh & jay idk]
here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s h-ttin’ licks, ayy
pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh-t, ayy
gimme that sh-t, ayy, gimme that sh-t, ayy
pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh-t, ayy
here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s h-ttin’ licks, ayy
run n-gg-, n-gg-, run, n-gg-, n-gg-, run
pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh-t, ayy
run n-gg-, n-gg-, run, n-gg-, n-gg-, run
gimme that sh-t, ayy, gimme that sh-t, ayy
run n-gg-, n-gg-, run, n-gg-, n-gg-, run
pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that sh-t, ayy
run n-gg-, n-gg-, run, n-gg-, n-gg-, run

[verse 2: jay idk]
i used to wanna hang with dae dae and them (dae dae and them)
i used to wanna hang with nelson and them (nelson and them)
i used to wanna hang with diemon and them (diemon and them)
’til they gave all three 40 years in the pen
but that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
sh-t i was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
they tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
you gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
so now we speedin’ to the pizza place
closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
someone gotta rob the sh-t
everybody look at jay
gang, gang n-gg- ’til the jump outs come
if the jump outs come, guaranteed i’m gon’
run that sh-t

[interlude]
drop dis like a f-ckin’ gunshot blaow!

part ii

[intro: jay idk]
load the clip, rob, repeat
load the clip, rob, repeat
load the clip, rob, repeat
load the clip, rob, repeat

[verse 1: jay idk]
now everybody get up on the f-ckin’ ground
and if you make a sound, i might have to drown it with these rounds
knowin’ i’m no k!ller, but f-ck it, i’m tryna be that n-gg-
so my actin’ sk!lls kick in, i’m michael jackson off of thriller, hehehe
where the safe at? don’t make me ask again
where the safe at?
next question is: where the tape at?
that’s when i seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
i took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
i put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
i hear a car creepin’ up and then i tell her to wait
hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his -ss drive around
and you will not feel a round, shhh
car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[verse 2: mf doom]
me the villain
dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
papi sn-tch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
never do no types of discussions around dealings
get focused, y’all
telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
and instagram put clowns in a jam
doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ spam
wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[verse 3: del the funky h-m-sapien]
finally someone let me out of my cage
little did they know, i’ma hit the front page in three days (d-mn)
these days peeps do anything to make a buck (i know)
jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
each day i be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
my ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (f-ck it)
she called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
they arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
i got back from answerin’ job calls
i seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
i recognized her from the pizza shop
i’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

- idk

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