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peso peso - enchilada lyrics

[intro]
glizzy what you cookin’ up?
aye, drip, splash
ouu, tsf mexico sh+t
yeah, drip, ouu

[verse]
wack a n+gga then i’m screeching off in a rolls royce
i tried to let the n+gga make it, but that n+gga tripping, so he gave me no choice
r.i.p to maranda, n+gga, and r.i.p to my bro royce
out of everybody, man, i can’t believe my n+gga lost his life to a white boy
keep a smith and wesson
and the way a n+gga flexing, you would think i’m on steroids
i don’t give a f+ck, i’ll stick beat a n+gga up while i’m f+cking bearfoot
got too many b+tches and too many choppas
got mexican b+tches making enchilada
my n+ggas wacking sh+t like we from al qaeda
beefing with me, no, you don’t wanna try it
just imagine, going out to eat with your b+tch, then you get hit by a sniper
f+ck 6ix9ine, he can die on rikers
i’m drippin’ and splashin’ in la michoacana in a catana
i’m in dolce gabbana, i’m drippin’ head to toe
beefing with us, n+gga, we won’t let it go
see a opp in public, ain’t no questions, let it blow
i’m in the trap and i’m slangin’ elbow
think i’m finna let you live for free while you making money living with me? h+ll nah
made a quarter million trappin’ at the chef store
good gas, going for the ello
i’m on the block, i got glocks and berettas
gucci on me and they came with some feather
i wrecked the masi’ finna buy me a tesla
you got a warrant, better work ’til they catch you
tell that b+tch to quit playing, it’s time to go eat
you got a fat ass and you working at denny’s?
it’s time to start dancing, it’s time to start stripping
we running the racks up to the ceiling
and if anybody do you wrong, just call up my phone, and i’ma scoot up with a glizzy
we smoked out in the maybach, laws pull me over, put the zip in the titty
remember i was 12, pops went to jail, now i’m riding [?] cashed down
julo went in his room and found a arm, went to the hood, and sold his crack house
11 years old, lil julo really sold some dope to bail my dad out
and meanwhile, i was g+ngb+ngin’, i was robbing, really tryna crash out
peso peso, i got bands on me, n+gga
you gon’ die if you put your hands on me, n+gga
and really, i ain’t never heard of these n+ggas
but i don’t give a f+ck, i’ma murder these n+ggas
he ain’t no shooter, he don’t got no rooga, just flexing his partna gun in his pictures
i f+ck on your b+tch and i f+ck on your sister
kicked that b+tch out my foreign ’cause she smoking swishers
i promise you don’t wanna go in a blender
i’m rocking versace boots in the winter
tryna walk in my trap, gotta pay just to enter
i was in the hood serving hard and crystal

- peso peso lyrics

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