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freestyle - peso peso lyrics

[intro]
on fire, beat’s on fire

[verse 1: peso peso]
choppa bullets, made a n*gga do a backflip
rap sh*t cool, but i’m servin’ out the traphouse
you ain’t from my hood, lil’ n*gga can’t trap here (no)
i’m rackin’ the money up, just like a cannon
i served a cooker up while rockin’ givenchy (while rockin’ givenchy)
with the glock c*cked, you get popped if it’s tension (brap, brap)
n*gga flexin’ all his partner money, but the whole city know yo’ pockets is empty
i trap and i splash in the d (d)
i skoot up with choppas with k!llas in the backseat (brap, brap)
big k on me, no way you can try me (no)
i put a bullet in his face like
whippin’ that dope ’til it’s tan
i skoot up with chopsticks in a lamb (skrrr)
if n*ggas start trippin’, i’mma send my lil’ n*gga at yo’ door, i swear i ain’t playin’ (no, no)
aye

[verse 2: trapboy freddy]
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, ho*hold on peso
came in this b*tch for the bag
i want the money, the hunneds, i ran up fast (skrrr)
i hid the dope in the grass (grass)
made thirty thousands cash in a f*ckin’ glass bag
posted up on the block, with a glock in a hoodie, got switch on my sh*t, turn my sh*t to a fully (brrr)
thirty round glock got twenty*five bullets
made twenty*five pounds off thirty*five bullets (get ’em)
off white (off white)
twenty*five k get off right (off right)
ain’t no more stoppin’ at lights
we gon’ pop out with argh (rrr, chh, chh, poom!)
pick it all up, get to tack it all cheap
came up, quarter brick, i was breakin’ down nickles
[verse 3: peso peso]
got back for the load, got the hood on fire (on fire)
i’m crossin’ the border with dope in my tire (aye)
in the trap right now, i ain’t makin’ up trips (peso)
i chop up the brick in half and serve ’em eighteen zips
ring, ring, ring, got two or three flip phones (ring)
i don’t know if it’s “get it out the trap” or “kick doors” (kick doors)
i just splashed up in a black louis v trench coat (aye)
the outs don’t got aim and they turn on their kinkfolks (aye)

[verse 4: trapboy freddy]
fifties too, cook it all up, i want residue (residue)
bring it all back, what you better do (better do)
packin’ it up like it’s vegetables (vegetables)
ooh (ooh)
play for keeps (play for keeps)
forty*four pounds stashed up in my jeep (in my jeep)
look at my feet, that’s a quarter p (quarter p)
boy, we shoot threes, add a couple z’s
ooh (ooh)

- peso peso lyrics

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