PESO

作词 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

作曲 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

[Intro]

Why are you so serious? (Yeah, boop-boop-boop)

Gang, talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Yeah, boop-boop-boop)

Let me talk, you see what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, boop-boop-boop)

Huh

[Verse]

I'm in the trap out this bitch, countin' pesos out this bitch

Got a ta-ta-ta and got a K

Man, there's lil' people that put up a scene

I just pulled a Drac' out in that bitch to your face

Marco on me, that feel [?]

I'm finna get these boys damned, drop a Johnny Dang

Jump out the roof with that Glock, he don't never aim

Don't bring lil' G19 up, that's a devil's name

Bitch, pop shit just like that pack

Drop the chopstick, jump on that plane

Life is a gamble, get runned for the Craps

Cool it, he pull out the stick it the flat, bang

Gang, but it's fifty-round drum on the MAC

He'll pop, man, that ***** dropped down for his sеt

Tell my shooter, "Just got in," but it's still on max

***** come straight out thе top, drop flexin'

Talk, I don't like to get touched by the net

Hella thugs in the house, I let 'em mob in the frat

He drowned in that water, got the drum in the Scat

I'm stuck in the club with your gun in my hand

And the ***** got caught in that crossfire trap

Put his diamonds on the stick and they go on my set

Ain't no duck-duck-goose, but these *****s head tapped

How your best man's shooter get smacked? (****)

Me and my gang in the cul-de-sac

Boy, get the whip and shit, don't [?] overlapped (Cul-de-sac)

I got the chopper, your motion, that **** run off it go [?] (**** him up)

That boy so deep it's like quarterback

I pop out, that boy gon' go catch him a hat and that

I don't give a **** 'bout the [?] I know I'm a badass

They said your bitch got a fat ass, walk off with your mad ass

They picked up the trap, how this bitch got [?]?

Them boy got the glizzy on them and they dead ass

[?] gon' say hit your block, up on the [?]

Breakin' your racket, give a **** if you value it

We hop out of that box, y'all show up and talkin' 'bout

I ****ed a [?] bitch, man, they bangin' it

Promethazine, pour the top on my [?]

Chopstick hit Babe Ruth, my chopstick knock out a tooth

I hit up a **** *****, blocked and they poof

I hit up a **** ***** spot, I got proof

I feel like 2Pac with two Glock, I got juice

You think this a game? You get touched, it's a fool

I stunt that boy out, then I pull out my booth

They drank up this singin', just like Charlie Puth

I told the bitch, "Open mouth", tatted lil' bitch eat me down

Call that boy [?] now, drop that boy all out the front

Teed up, boy, might pop a pump, beat up that bitch like a crook

Hundred-round drum on my mouth, chopper on him, how it sound?

Young niggas play with the triggers, I'm finna shoot up your town (Brrt, brrt)

Blood everywhere, time to pick that boy up, it's enough for my cup

D .B.'s all in my back, *****, **** with the racks and I pull up a stunt

Free Sugar, he like level five in the junt

This ho go [?], what's y'all point?

Young niggas love the blunt, still smokin' doink

Said somethin' about B, well we gon' get that boy

Fifty-drum round, this ain't [?]

[Outro]

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