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peso peso - flip phone lyrics

[chorus]
i really came up off a flip phone
yo b+tch tryna eat me up until my d+ck gone
i been getting rich if you wonder what i been on
so many plays, just today, now, i’m just tryna get home
you too broke for yo b+tch, she need a rich d+ck to sit on (g major got beats)
i’m finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
and i get chose from these hoes, i ain’t the type to go and hit on
a n+gga acting funny, i’ma cut him off and tell him, “live on”

[verse 1]
my neck and my wrist froze up, just like a icy
big house, white neighbors, and i know that they don’t like me
and if you think some’ sweet, n+gga, why don’t you come try me?
peso rapping what he living, that’s why n+ggas wanna sign me
and i keep 2 k’s, n+gga, like my name is ronnie
i got my family right in front and got my shooters right behind me
and if you talking out yo necklace, n+gga, it’s gon’ be a homi’
i was locked up in that cell with no bail, eating johnny’s
and all my n+ggas loyal but for peso they’ll get grimy
these jealous n+ggas on my tip but they money looking tiny
these n+ggas say they looking for me, i don’t think they wanna find me
i need some bape from private stock, i’m finna hit my n+gga donnie
[chorus]
i really came up off a flip phone
yo b+tch tryna eat me up until my d+ck gone
i been getting rich if you wonder what i been on
so many plays, just today, now, i’m just tryna get home
you too broke for yo b+tch, she need a rich d+ck to sit on
i’m finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
and i get chose from these hoes, i ain’t the type to go and hit on
a n+gga acting funny, i’ma cut him off and tell him, “live on”

[verse 2]
the first time you freeze with the gun, i need my heater back
snitch n+gga asking for fronts but i can’t feed a rat
i can make a m in the hood, b+tch, i don’t need to rap
i got this dirty stick, strapped in the cut, man, this b+tch need a bag
i’m tryna stretch a n+gga out on the ground, where my feet be at
i f+ck with real+deal cartel mexicans, where them keys be at
in the hood or the mansion, probably the only place you’ll see me at
they pouring no+label drank in the cup, like, how you drinking that?
i think i burned up some dope, give it to julo, he gon’ bring it back
put my hitter on a mission, he told me, “that’s an easy task”
and if the rap sh+t die down, i’m posted where the fiends be at
i got my old plug hit my phone like, “where the p’s be at?”

[chorus]
i really came up off a flip phone
yo b+tch tryna eat me up until my d+ck gone
i been getting rich if you wonder what i been on
so many plays, just today, now, i’m just tryna get home
you too broke for yo b+tch, she need a rich d+ck to sit on
i’m finna cop a 36 and post up until the brick gone
and i get chose from these hoes, i ain’t the type to go and hit on
a n+gga acting funny, i’ma cut him off and tell him, “live on”

- peso peso lyrics

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