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richer then my opps - afn peso lyrics

[verse 1: afn peso]
head on a swivel, like i’m dodging the crack bay
drop top coupe, on my wrist is a scat pack
come to think about it, i was the one that they laughed at
treat the b*tch like a skip, she don’t ever get ran back
stack it to the moon, ‘cus i don’t know no different
a.m.g. benz, i don’t do no ceilings
smoking k!ll bill, i don’t do no midget
i hit the b*tch with a rubber, i don’t do no feelings
two hoеs, one peso’s a movie
put hеr face in the pillow, you a groupie
bust on both of them hoes like an uzi
and i got both of them hoes like a two piece
i’m the real thing, these other n*ggas imposters
paint his head red, that’s for thinking he hot stuff
semi automatic, make you n*ggas [?]
to the top with this sh*t, man, who think they gon’ stop us?
the club in my section, [?]
i think they broke [?] he can never be me
i’m throwing 1’s in the club, so n*ggas can’t see me
i disappear on you n*ggas, like hudini
keep it quiet on the phone, like i’m ducking a fed case
contract season, n*gga, you going for first place
i don’t know these n*ggas, how these n*ggas just [?]
how they speaking on my name, when they hoes in the first place?
now tell me
do that make sense?
running up them mills, need a deal with a blank check
fake ass n*gga on my d*ck, i’m in his b*tch neck
i don’t do no talking, n*gga want it, he can get wacked
i don’t do no talking, n*gga want it, he can get wacked
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
made a play for my n*ggas, we gon’ get it in
snuck the pole in the club, had to get it in
n*ggas came a long way back from sipping jin
rose gold [?] fifth [?]
spent 5000 on my fit, i f*cked the money up
got a new pattec bust, cost 200 bucks
you ain’t never caught a body, you can’t roll with us
hundred opps, got a hundred chops, we gon’ run them up
them n*ggas ran off with your work, your bag loose
shoot a n*gga in his shirt, knock his tag loose
before i had anything, b*tch, i had juice
i be in the slums everyday, you just ran through
but if they send sh*t my way, we sending shots back
treat a n*gga like a van, knock his top back
blue rag on a chop, but the glock black
f*ck them n*ggas, we ain’t taking l’s, this is not that
n*gga
f*ck them n*ggas, we ain’t taking l’s, this is not that

[chorus: afn peso]
to be honest, i don’t know where my roof went
realest in this sh*t, i can show you were the proof is
really in them streets, all them young n*ggas clueless
richer than my opps, three k on my new kicks
[verse 3: afn peso]
playing with some money that these n*ggas ain’t touched
black chopper on me, i ain’t come here to clutch
talking this and that, but it was what it was
yeah, it is what it is, they ain’t done what i done
all glory to god, i ain’t been this hot
i’ve been going so hard, think this sh*t from the pot
that’s a hundred grand easy, when i’m bending your block
we be talking that money, and we talking a lot
eh young pes, f*ck with me, never
g [?] sweater
and i ain’t never worried, this sh*t just stunt
50 k on my chain, tell your jewler add it up
richer than my opps, tell them n*ggas i’ll prove it
in the pandemic, n*gga, business is booming
chilling with a ten, [?] just cooling
[?] you can pick you a tooly, n*gga

- afn peso lyrics

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