| Ayy, ayy
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| Bitch
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know that that my twin (That my twin)
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| No half stepping, niggas thugging 'til the end ('Til the end)
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| Where to start, bitch? |
| Where do I begin? |
| (Ayy, ayy)
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| (Ooh, Quad, this shit bang)
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| I’ll get that nigga gone, drop the pin
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know we really on that (Really on that)
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| You talking shit, we leaving brains on the doormat (Buh, buh)
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| You got some Wock'? |
| Oowee, we finna pour that (Finna pour that)
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| This bitch begging for the dick with her ho ass (Yeah, ho)
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know we really thuggin' (Really thuggin')
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| We be poppin' Percocets by the dozen (Poppin' Perkies)
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| I was doing all the things that you wasn’t (That you wasn’t)
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| I be faded off this lean, I ain’t buzzin' (Sippin' drank)
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| I got five chopsticks on the kitchen counter
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| I can understand the fact that you would never want your bitch around me
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| I’m in a Bentley and my nigga Glizzy splashed up in a Hyundai
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| All these chains 'round my neck, thought I joined the Illuminati
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| Yeah, PesoFlexin, but it came from moving big weight
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| He went to jail and started telling, he ain’t make it past intake
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| I’m a master in the trap, call me Peso Sensei
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| And how you hating on me when you ain’t even got your rent paid?
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| All my whips real fast, but that don’t mean I wanna race
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| Get on the side of my car and I’ma open up your face
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| And, yeah, you got chopsticks, but you ain’t gon' shoot shit
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| So let’s keep it real nigga, man, you ain’t really that safe with it
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| I’ll splash up, whack a nigga quick, broad day with it
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| You broke and I’m rich, lil' nigga, we are way different
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| I got kicked out of school, I ain’t get a cap and gown
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| And when you walk in my trap, you gotta get patted down
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| And I be drippin' so hard, lil' bitch, grab a towel
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| And if you ain’t beneficial, don’t bring your ass around
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| Ayy, I’m getting money in my new whip
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| These niggas talking on the 'net, but when they see me, ain’t gon' do shit
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| Do my dirt by myself 'cause these niggas got loose lips
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| And I’m in your bitch mouth like some motherfucking toothpicks
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| And me and Fenix locked in, play with him, I’ma shoot shit
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| I just finessed on the plug, now that nigga’s all clueless
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| I’m with Fenix, lil' nigga, we got hoes on the way
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| A nigga better not play 'cause we know where he stay
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| And we be running to the money 'cause we don’t wanna wait
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| And, nigga, how is you a boss? |
| You ain’t holding no weight
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| Yeah, I’m with Fenix, lil' nigga, bitch, we flexed up
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| After we go and rescore, nigga, gon' put the rest up
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| Nah, we ain’t next up, nigga, we the best up
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| And they talking like they got it, but these niggas need to catch up
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| Put that lil' money up, this some big boy shit
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| You ain’t fucking that bitch right, she need some big boy dick
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| Ayy (Ayy), big bands on me, I got 'em right now
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| Tell that pussy ass nigga, «Better pipe down»
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| I’ll go and bless a nigga, send him up to God
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| We done made it out the struggle, niggas beat the odds
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| If it wasn’t for this rap, I’d be tryna rob
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| Shoot a opp in his leg like he Cheddar Bob
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| We’ll kill a nigga mama playing with the mob
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| I done came a long way from working at a job
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| Sold dope, nigga, I sold Xans
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| Now I’m making bands, nigga, out in France
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| Ooh, this bitch, she tryna get me out my pants
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| I be buying hella Bape from Japan
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| You ain’t thuggin', you just thuggin' for the 'Gram
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| God damn, that’s that shit I can’t stand
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| Nigga, you ain’t even on that type of time
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| Fenix Flexin, I’m with Peso, we don’t play around
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| Ayy, like I’m penny pinching, I won’t drop a dime
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| This bitch say she hate a nigga, told her, «Get in line»
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| I be hangin' with the birds, I ain’t with the slimes
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| Hit her with that Perc' dick and it blew her mind
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| I’ma fuck her from the back, feel it in her spine
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| Bitch, I ain’t no minute nigga, I be taking time
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know that that my twin (That my twin)
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| No half stepping, niggas thugging 'til the end ('Til the end)
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| Where to start, bitch? |
| Where do I begin? |
| (Ayy, ayy)
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| I’ll get that nigga gone, drop the pin
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know we really on that (Really on that)
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| You talking shit, we leaving brains on the doormat (Buh, buh)
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| You got some Wock'? |
| Oowee, we finna pour that (Finna pour that)
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| This bitch begging for the dick with her ho ass (Yeah, ho)
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| I’m with Peso, niggas know we really thuggin' (Really thuggin')
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| We be poppin' Percocets by the dozen (Poppin' Perkies)
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| I was doing all the things that you wasn’t (That you wasn’t)
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| I be faded off this lean, I ain’t buzzin' (Sippin' drank) |