Come On (8X)
Uh Uh
Yeah Yeah
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Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What
The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What
Blac Haze Like What, Like What
The Lord Tariq is Like What
[Peter Gunz]
n*ggas hear the name n*ggas run
Opposite b*tches hear the name b*tches come
Soak a little sun in the south with Blac Haze
Prepare myself as I brace for Blac Daze
These motherf*ckers don't understand me and my man
Set n*ggas more quicker than sand
From the BX, double park the GS, get the f*ck out
c*ck your gun back in time for the BS
Talk a lot of sh*t, but you can't blame me
You didn't know I'm rollin with the EKG
South Beach gettin my piece from a Doms
And me cause the trick, like the way a n*gga rhymes
So I prime, in a bruise spine
Poppin a six, getting another bicking bruise in mine
I shine like sun, first like one
Blow the f*ck up,because another verse like none
Just Gunz, let the name echo for life
Because I still put this sliding di*k up in your wife
Chorus: repeat 2X
Like What Peter Gunz Like What, Like What
The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What
Blac Haze Like What, Like What
The Lord Tariq is Like What, Like What
[Lord Tariq]
f*ck the money, is long now, the crew is strong now
Guess its safe to say I'm on now
Run through your town, with the four pound
Bust the door down, and lay your law down
With fake badges, posing as cops, we'll put a hole in your knot
I roll through your block, holding or not, we molded a rock
Thats bigger than creditials, what I'm into
I killed you and I meant to
Be glad for for the flower that a motherf*cker sent you
While I was high, when I bent you f*cking
I got things to see, people to do
There's places to be, there's b*tches to screw
So make a who you, I'm killing your crew, I'm living a view
A place where killas kill killas, and I'm iller than you
I'm realer than you, straight forward like Kobe
Y'all n*ggas can't hold me
From quite a thug, a new age, Monticoly
Rock sounds like David Bowie, my rocks ain't music
I front a mic to the streets, however you gonna do it
I'm runnin em through, gunnin em to it
I let you front with your fluent
I got a flow, and y'all waters a little shorter
You caught me like style, and I'm holding a key
And with a gun I'm quite wow
You should be rollin with me motherf*cker
Chorus
[Blac Haze]
I got my n*ggas Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz
Blac Haze representin, I be the one
n*ggas better peep game, and fly straight
From the Florida Keys, to the Tri-State
Make it hot motherf*cker, ya'll heat up
EKG cause they stay weeded up
Watchin real motherf*ckers beat it up
Like What like a nine sweet as what
b*tch made ass n*ggas, yes we blast
Lord and Pete Blac Haze, in the E-class
Playin hatin motherf*ckers, getting buck wild from the bottom
Still screamin up top you want some other sh*t
n*ggas die scared stressed
North to South we f*ckin up the mid-west
Semi Falls, some b*tch n*ggas butter cheese
Blac Haze I made this for the G's
Straight national, where my n*ggas in a six?
You ask Amaru do b*tches suck di*ks?
Do n*ggas turn tricks? And asses die?
Don't waste you f*cking time trying to ask about
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Like What (6X)
~Fade~