Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Fire , by - Peso Peso. Release date: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Fire , by - Peso Peso. On Fire |
| Oooo |
| Drip, splash |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico |
| Peso Peso, Peso Peso |
| (Oh my beats on fire) |
| My hitta sticked up, slidin around in a black Benz |
| In the trap house gettin packs in |
| I got shooters on the roof with MAC-10s |
| I just left the doctor and he told me that I have money all on my CAT scan |
| You’re goddamn right I get a lot of racks in |
| Nigga play with my money them hittas gon hop out the black Benz |
| Whipped out with that carbon like who wanna play it |
| I just want money, I don’t want sex |
| I slide with a Glock and I creep with a TEC |
| Hundred thousand on me while I sleep on a jet |
| Came from the bottom, I sleep with a chop |
| Nigga don’t come correct then it’s gon be a problem |
| I seen an opp in the hood, shot him |
| I ball like the Celtics, I might move to Boston |
| I’m drippin in Fendi, these niggas are friendly |
| I’m shootin the K till the clip is empty |
| Can’t trust nobody these niggas thievin |
| If I feel like you playin, put two in your fitted |
| Every city that I go to I need real Percs and drank, * |
| I’m so high, I’m so fly, me and Guon recording in the air |
| Got a hundred thousand in the Louis bag |
| If he get too close, Imma shoot his ass |
| I got it out the mud, now I’m rich so I can’t let nobody ruin that |
| Wasn’t shit given to me, I had to earn it |
| I’m strapped up, I am not trynna touch em |
| I got twin Glocks, I don’t need no mercy |
| I ball on niggas like I’m Russian |
| I just sold a brick in the back of the bag |
| These niggas more pussy than Cat in the Hat |
| In the trap sellin work with a strap in my lap |
| Try to reach for my chain I put two in your cap |
| They think that I’m Christian, I scoot up and bless them |
| Balenciaga drippin, these are not Sketchers |
| I’m cookin up work in the kitchen, just like a chemist, nigga just call me a |
| professional |
| Lotta hoes on my phone, nigga, I got several |
| Kick the bitch out the spot cause she dry like a desert |
| Outside on your block with Glocks and chops and the car tailing me got TECs and |
| Berettas |
| Run up a sack don’t stop |
| Nigga, I ain’t post no clock, come shop, we here |
| You can eat my dick if you niggas jealous |
| In the Maserati and I’m ridin careless |
| I got a shooter and he gonna shoot |
| I can’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas losers |
| I just hit a little foreign bitch she from Cuba |
| Fuck a 8 I need a cougar |
| Lil bitch thought she had to pay me no money, lil hoe you got that misconstrued |
| I’m in the club with my FN and my best friend, don’t make me lose it |
| Drip, drip, splash |
| Peso Peso, Peso Peso |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh my beats on fire |
| Drip |