PESO Lyrics

Ain't it funny, goofy, stupid, how you feel about it?

Boy, you bitch made, pussy, ion feel the static

Always wonder like the bread man, it's been a habit

Quit checking with me, baby know I been laughing

Get it cracking like some shorts on a white boy

Polo sport on the plaid with the life choice

Contemplating where my bitches and they right there

If you a witness you was thinking I would fight fair

Tote that, coach them, revolver not a print left

Woah, boy, yo choice, you know I got a sixth sense

All hammers, no jammers, like ya only bitch next

Oh yea, my bad, she ain't seen ya text yet

Got the shells coming in and they hit the gravel

And the feds headed in, oh the damage matter

Got a lisp, little bitch, and she love to babble

Ion ever really talk so you get the shadow

Told her mama"Where you goin? It's only sundown"

She on auto only comin' if I'm dumbfound

Talked about with her yeah I know she from 'round

If I hit it is you with it or do you talk loud?

My bad how you feelin' no it's not shy

It's automatic so the villains know to come by

If it's hidden then you missing need to throw light

Never kidding do the mission like a lullaby

And they got me real bored, man I'm tired of 'em

If the shoe fitting tell me what's ya size in it

'Cause you bitch made I could never tie didn't

This little nine could change a life and alive instant

Say so, say this, say that

Word to mouth, babble, I told em I fight back

If I lose told 'em, coo, I was packing oh my bad

If I need an opinion I told em I'll call back

What you think I care for? You a stale whore

I was beating shit up with the punches and the elbows

Got 'em in a coupe and they cruising, no dinero

Side bitch whining and I know it's about the Celos

Told em keep coo, what you been through?

Told em make em payroll and then skim views

I was in they head actin as a big news

It's the checkers baby I just play no review

Next time I catch you peaking over I ain't see you

Take notes, take notes, and then lay low

I was playin by the mind not the say so's

Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro

Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso

Take notes, take notes, and then lay low

I was playin by the mind not the say so's

Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro

Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso