Amber Mallory, Ryan Bronson - Peeps Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, It's ok
It's alright, Bet you ain't know we came to straight kill this shit
Our Guns cocked and loaded, takin shots at rappers
And ain't givin no warnings, We all the way up, Yup
All the way up, We give Zero fucks
There is no motherfuckin rules, just me, my bitches, and my dudes
You know what it is man, We do what we do
If i want it i get, Bitch it's automatic
Startin shit wit me would be to your disadvantage
You'll catch a lick just givin me static
If you my homie you need it can have it, I'm that chick
Don't make me blow a gasket, Came to represent for my pops
I'm da baddest, If you wit the shits let's get it at
If not back up yo or end up in a casket, I'm a ryda
Take care of my peeps, I ride for my homies and they ride for me
A real soulja til I die B, I been trying to tell you
But I guess you wasn't listenin', Stay on my Ratchet but I see you keep forgettin
I'm next up, What the game's been sorely missin
Pussy you a square, Nothing you've said or done tells me different
This how g's ride, I'm like a postman, Stay deliverin
Known in the East the South and the West
Got some homies from the bay, And some homies from the south
So no matter got my peeps around
Watch your back and how you step or it's going down

Yeah, Yeah, It's ok
It's alright, Bet you ain't know we came to straight kill this shit
Our Guns cocked and loaded, takin shots at rappers
And ain't givin no warnings, We all the way up, Yup
All the way up, We give Zero fucks
There is no motherfuckin rules, just me, my bitches, and my dudes
You know what it is man, We do what we do
If i want it i get, Bitch it's automatic
Startin shit wit me would be to your disadvantage
You'll catch a lick just givin me static
If you my homie you need it can have it, I'm that chick
Don't make me blow a gasket, Came to represent for my pops
I'm da baddest, If you wit the shits let's get it at
If not back up yo or end up in a casket, I'm a ryda
Take care of my peeps, I ride for my homies and they ride for me
A real soulja til I die B, I been trying to tell you
But I guess you wasn't listenin', Stay on my Ratchet but I see you keep forgettin
I'm next up, What the game's been sorely missin
Pussy you a square, Nothing you've said or done tells me different
This how g's ride, I'm like a postman, Stay deliverin
Known in the East the South and the West
Got some homies from the bay, And some homies from the south
So no matter got my peeps around
Watch your back and how you step or it's going down