Pesos! ft. Chubbie Chan, YvngArchi & Sxrene Lyrics

Run up on the gang, you know that's case lose

With my gang and you know we gettin' pesos

How you gonna love that hoe when she a fake hoe

Slide the block and you know we hit the Dracos

Drop the top, buy the bulletproof skat

And you know that, uh, I just want that bat, yeah

With my brother, Chubbie Chan, that's a fact, uh

600 hundred pound life, my pockets fat, yeah

Damn, she got a fat ass

I don't care if she got a man, I'ma still grab

I don't care if she got a man, she call me dad

Got my hair white but blonde so you know I'm rad

Damn, I just got some bitches

Niggas just don't want it now

Dye your hair and leave the trenches

Unless you're being different

Then you're not making any sense

Got so many bitches, now they gotta do a second census

When it's money, you know I just split it with my bros

You go out with his ex, huh

Yeah, you broke the code

How you gon' do that

You know Chan would never fold

How you go out with his ex

Yeah, it don't make sense

Yeah, uh, I just pulled a bad Asian

I just got this car and you know I'ma race it

Me and Chan, yeah, we got dreams, we gon chase it

Had to get a new girl, cause old one was basic

Ty, Ty, Ty,Ty, your ex was fuckin' me

How she claim she with the fam and she ain't know the kid

Why Tyrell made this cause he really did

Most rappers fall in love like they a silly rig

JVC and Tyrell B droppin' hits on hits

Niggas still releasing songs, man, that's just shit on shit

They know that we in the game, they should fuckin' quit

Like a newborn baby, I'ma go, I'm about to spit

He askin' boys if he bout to protect some shit

Bodyslam that bitch, like I been on my wrestling shit

Wait, is this the pump man, I was not expecting this

Need a shorter bus, man, I been on my special shit

Bitch, how you a thot without a thot in mind

Try to get me top in the church, it's not the time

Rich, so goddamn dry, how do you check the time

Took item with a gun, I was shootin' like columbine

Yeah, on this YN JAY flow, bitch, I'm on that shit

On your bitch like clothes, I don't even fit

Got high and send the dollar, she a lucky bitch

Bitch, I'm too real like a Philly goat

Rappin' to it with my rap like a burrito

How you fuck up in this bitch

Everything so slow

Thank God I'm alive, I might kiss the ground

This girl too loud, don't make no sounds