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letra de pizza shop - idk

[intro]
blwyrmnd

[verse 1: 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”
snake you for the cash like my nickname baby (brr)
used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
charley’s grilled subs tried to minimum wage me, l-l-lately
hangin’ with my n-ggas makes me wanna start trouble
if they fight, i’ma fight, make this sh-t a royal rumble
i’m a gang-gang n-gga ’til the jump-outs come
if the jump-outs come, guarantee i’m gon’ run

[chorus: yung gleesh & idk]
here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ l!cks, ayy
pizza spot, pizza shop, give me that sh-t, ayy
give me that sh-t, ayy, give me that sh-t, ayy
pizza spot, pizza shop, give me that sh-t, ayy
here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ l!cks, ayy
(run, n-gga, n-gga, run, n-gga, n-gga, run)
pizza spot, pizza shop, give me that sh-t, ayy
(run, n-gga, n-gga, run, n-gga, n-gga, run)
give me that sh-t, ayy, give me that sh-t, ayy
(run, n-gga, n-gga, run, n-gga, n-gga, run)
pizza spot, pizza shop, give me that sh-t, ayy
(run, n-gga, n-gga, run, n-gga, n-gga, run)
[verse 2: idk]
i used to wanna hang with dae dae and ’em (dae dae and ’em)
i used to wanna hang with nelson and ’em (nelson and ’em)
i used to wanna hang with diemon and ’em (diemon and ’em)
’til they gave all three forty 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-gga when the jump-outs come
if the jump-outs come, guarantee i’m gon’ run, like

- idk

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