peso peso – skootin up lyrics
[intro]
aye
peso, peso, peso
ooh
splash, splash
aye
yeah
[verse 1 : peso peso]
b+tch i’m skootin’ up
i ain’t leavin’ till them n+ggas dead (no!)
that n+gga was talkin’ and i put a bullet in his head
got racks in my pockets, my cars exotic
pop out and smoke a n+gga like biscotti
i’m f+ckin a bad b+tch, but she don’t have sh+t, so i’m leaving her after i f+ck
i’m in the bottom with glocks and chops
i drip in versace, lil’ n+gga, not prada
i blend in with a fn, i’m catching plays like the redskins
i’m in the trap, countin’ up dead men
i’m with walka, we drippin’ in dead in
if i came on, bape needa make a bape mexico headband (aye)
on the block with a glock, while we get it in
you get shot in yo’ top, if you play with quin
and i’m drippin’ and splashin’ up in a benz
and i’m ballin’ harder than (?)
[verse 2 : quin nfn]
(gang, aye)
i hit with no shoes on
got the k in the coupe, for a n+gga that move wrong (aye, grra)
i been grindin’ for too long (gang !)
i’m still bout a jade on the dash in a school zone
they been sleeping in snooze on
i’m in the party sticked up, gettin my groove on (fa+fa)
gettin’ top with a suit on
got no love for a b+tch, i’mma hit it and move on
and i keep the glock on my body, n+gga
got a pretty bad b+tch, look like kylie, n+gga (she on)
i just popped me a bean not a molly, n+gga (gang!)
comet chop, the block like karate, n+gga (i’m on it!)
vvs wet like a f+ckin’ tsunami, n+gga
and i threw 20k on my body, n+gga
4+4 roll a wood of gelati, n+gga
got me movin’ f+cked up like a zombie, n+gga (i’m on it, hold on)
[verse 3 : peso peso]
in the trap house, it’s a lot of guns
with the chopstick, i’ll make a n+gga run
i’m out in austin, i’m smokin’ on some runtz
play with the sauce, i’mma hit a n+gga up
i ride by a ten, i chop up the brick
i just spent 10 racks on a outfit
you talk about that murda, we know you ain’t bout sh+t
i’m trappin’, rollin’, i got too many pounds lit
louis vuitton, i got some much racks, i feel like a don
boss sh+t, they know i’m livin’ large
in a mansion with a 6 car garage
i’m on the block and i’m sippin’ oil
i’m trappin’ everytime i go on tour
if you come at me, i’mma keep dangin’ door
walk in my spot, the choppa’s on the floor
walk in my room, i got bricks in the drawers
i’m trappin’ the top, when i hop in a foreign
(aye)
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