Lyrics: Matt Reed
Music: Matt Reed
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
Illuminate this shady place cause I am truly alive
Don't let no moment pass me up I seize them all in stride
Confidence disguise as faith and my women divine
The choices I've made off in my life are all just by design
New glock with a new beam
That's glowing like a mood ring
I do dream never dueling with a true thing
Cause I do think but not too much
Times moving improving
What's unique
Producing just doing in Austin gettin' grooving
As I matador the status quo
They panderin to the blacker vote
I press mute on the remote control
Go Da Vinci mode to crack code
Your 2cents hit the flo and now we threw the roof like chimneys
I'm telsa when I'm resting up you still getting this energy
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
Minding my hustle ain't losing my focus
325's on me still getting loaded
Reminding myself that we only gettin' older
I'm on a ride this coupe fully loaded
Nikki she texted me she wanna come over
I'm in a game where the players get chosen
I keep it playa ain't tryna control her
I keep it triller can feel if it's bogus
Codes of the ghetto forgive me for sinning
Didn't know better that's just how we living
nigga gone envy I'm watching these women
That's just how it goes when you chasin' these millions
4 pockets full I'm stuffin' these skinnies
Food saver bags with them racks sealed in it
I put that shit in the floor in the ceiling
Truth in my songs ain't condoning the snitches
Odds stacked against me ain't playing the victim
Baddie stacked up and I drape her in fendi
Haters gone hate all that talk got us trending
F**k all that talk cause we strapped Armageddon
I told ya before that I go to the ending
They gotta know I ain't folding or bending
Trill angel wings put A B in a bently
Luxury leather she rather ride gently
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Yeah that's it
I get my weed from California
That's that shit
I brought my chick up to the North yeah
Bada*s chick
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it