T-Shirt ft. Peso Peso Lyrics

A lot of Houston rappers ask, I'm gonna last

Hatin' their hearts, it could be gone so fast

Battlin' demons, livin' in the past, I know it ain't right

Fight or flight, fight for my height

Devilish by Abadakite and I'm gonna soar

Writers win all of the awards

It's about the recognition and the money

I need to fix my credit, try and make millions like Reddit

Knew I was different, it's evident

Knew I was different, it's evident

Mr. Nice Guy, benevolent when it comes to rhymes

They are gonna copy me like mimes

Intelligent like Grimes

Price went up, I'm like yup

Hennessin' wealth, look at my belt

The deal's felt, Louie Louie

I'm gonna make a movie like Tarantino

Rap like Gambino, gonna get rich off words

These bitches stupid like birds

No cap, wrap it up

Safe sex, don't wanna end up like my ex

That's a Scooby-Doo

Hex had lots of girls, that's facts

Set my mind like ancient artifact

Told her, arch her back

Scant wood for his hundred racks

Tip attack, body bag of hoes

Free the bros, good kid and it showed

Hopped on a boat in the road

You a rat, you went in tow

Recycle these flows

I'm like Michael, no Meyers

Fuck Joe, I don't care about these hoes

Surf, I love a boy, need a ten

Need a richer, milli' like Ben

Bring back G-Shock, that's a trend

Fuck makin' a mess, just kiddin

My life was written by me

Bought me a human mate

Uzi Verti, Mickey Mouse

Fucked her out of her blouse

Scorpio sex is wavy

Got your girl goin' crazy

Fuck a 9 to 5

I'm my own boss, not lazy

Gonna be rich like baby

And that ain't no maybe

Basic

I'm gettin' rich until I die

A nigga old and he don't pay

I throw that nigga in the sky

You tryna pile up on my jury

Nigga, I wouldn't even try

That nigga asked me if I kept his mail

I couldn't even lie

Nigga, yes

Wanna know how many choppers in my house

Nigga, guess

I sent a bitch on the road

With a car full of meth

These niggas talkin' on the ground

Out the side of they neck

These niggas beefin' on the ground

Till they get shot up in they chest

I'm up now, nigga

I don't give a fuck who got next

I gave your broke bitch forty

And she stuffed it in her bra

I'm gettin' money with the gang

Bitch, I put that on the set

Leave me the way you up a peck

Nigga, just give me a sec

I know that she go crazy