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Ayyye, ouu Peso, Peso, Peso, Peso Yeah N***a rep your gang, n***a, throw that sh*t up He say he got a pint of Wock' well po that sh*t up Yeah, your partna got dropped, and he need to get picked up This AR-15’ll shoot your ribs up All this drip on me, but I can't slip up N***a play with the gang, in the ground, where you end up These n***as so funny, ain't got no money My diamonds so shiny when the sky ain’t sunny I got thirty pounds in a LV luggage My gas so loud you can smell me bumming I'm on the Highway strapped up, sliding with my Vatos I'm in the back of the foreign car eating on Tacos And I'm so bool in the hood, I can have on all my jewelry and walk with a blindfold Can't fool with these n***as, they change like the weather It's just me and my brothers, we bangin' together I'm in the Lamb’ truck, n***a, this is not no Tesla Get your bands up, n***a, you ain’t got no cheddar I'm sliding around in a drop-top, finna pull up to the trap spot, jump like hopscotch Ya’ll shooting other cars, but nah, we hop out F**k the Internet sh*t, n***a, just pop out N***as know what bracking B*t*h, I got FN clips all in my jacket N***as all on the 'Gram talking 'bout they gon' clap But if a n***a get shot, I don’t know what happened I just went and cashed out on a brand new AR These n***as ain't tough, these n***as just play hard Boy, you need to go get your chain from the jeweler, that b*t*h been ready and need to be payed off All this drip on me, young n***a so bling I walk around in Alexander McQueen Twelve hundred my pants, Amiri my jeans If lil bro shoot the Chop' he clearing the scene Police on my d**k, tryna put me in the bean I got racks in the safe and I ball like Hakeem I'm a real don dada Yeah, n***a, Peso, he a real tough shotta I'm in the Maybach Benz and I'm eating on Lobster All these racks on me, I don't need no watch All these racks on me, when I go out shopping All these racks on me, my opps like to watch me Ayyye, I got Choppas, and Glocks, and FN's I heard these f**k n***as tryna put the police on me Don't get too close, you don't know me homie I just counted five hundred racks by my lonely Yeah, I'm the the Lamb' truck, (Skrtt), finna come to your hood If you need you a pack, pull up, it's good Strapped up with a cannon just like I should I got a Drac' on me, better not play with me, you gon' make grip that 'Wood I'm counting up 'fetti, watching Ed, Edd, n Eddy Yeah, I got a lot of foreigns, but I trap out a Chevy I bet your b*t*h want my d**k in a Bentley All these chains on my neck, this sh*t too heavy You get hit with a Blick if the sh*t get hit N***a, f**k shooting slugs, lil n***a, come check it
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