Peachtree Songtext
von BabyTron

Caught a play in Belleville, off Van Buren and Haggerty
In the Rav4, glovebox, hunnid′ racks at least
Back to back wins, my mans score then he pass to me
If the vibe off Imma' grab torch, and blast the heat
Finna go and grab my passport, leave for half a week
Punchin′ up left my hand sore, MistaJam and B
Two hunnid somethin' on that dashboard, I might crash the jeep
In that Trackhawk, like a Blackhawk, I'm sticked up
Ain′t even take the tags off, the pants cost six plus
In here smacked off a damn log, I only hit runtz
Scam talk, uncy gettin′ grams off, he whipped up
Out in ATL, all the signs sayin' Peachtree
Three of yeah, turn my cream soda into peach tea
Cheat code activated, nah you can′t beat me
Five percent tint, Tron Cena you can't see me
Only headshots, you better use that vest as a hat
Lil Uzi, foreign sneaks, every step that′s a rack
Fuck every check I make, It's bout every check I stack
Coulda been in the streets, stretched, but ′stead I rap
7.62s give your Scat Pack some hydraulics


Slam dunk a jam pack of 201s just like Giannis
I got a milli' on the way, I bet my light find me
Doggy got a rollie tick tockin' in here, time bombin′
In high school was too flashy like Aquille Carr
I′ll take it there or shoot that bitch like a skilled guard
Doggy went and finally got a stick now he feel hard
I found out who to trust, back still scarred
Might be mad, never sorry, I feel Yeat half way
Me, Dee, and Stan back to back in three Lamb' things
Do the dash, we in first, ain′t seen last place
I poured a one, I was only sleep half way
In that foreign thing, it sound just like a pterodactyl
Zero down, five twelves, I just grabbed a pair of apples
Shot dawg, he was two-fifty wasn't fair to grapple
Feelin′ like Houdini, I could make it out a pair of shackles
High as hell on a Delta flight, in the air travelin'
I might spend a dub on the kicks to go and air mag it
First it′s up, then it's on the floor like a care package
Doggy said he can't stand us, we′ll throw a chair at him
I′m in the jungle with the lion, bears, and wolves
Take the trigger off your gun, boy you scared to pull
Wassup with that you always bitching up
Don't even ask what′s in my double cup, bitch it's a six of mud
Red bottoms on, I′m Euro steppin' in here drinking blood
Pockets got they a beat, now they lookin′ crippled up
That mean they full of blue
Rap star, I got way more pull than you
Hunnid rounder on me, just to show him he ain't bullet proof
Doggy pulled out a bag of weed but it was full of boof
Call my shooter Melo, told him when he get hoodies, shoot
Young as hell, they mad I'm doing shit that they couldn′t do
I took an L as a lesson, now I can′t lose
You in that one whip, I'm sick that you can′t zoom
Uncy standin' in the trap, sick he can′t fool
You in the right side, I went and took the fast lane dude