[Intro: Peso Peso]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ouu

[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
Na for real, I really came up off a 8 ball
Fuck the police, n***a, I hate laws
I'm in the Lamborghini truck, finna race off
Got some n***as in the field, man we do this shit for real
And them n***as killing for me like I'm Adolph
Straps in our lap, no sticks in the trunk
N***a mad about his hoe, 'cause his bitch tryna fuck
Rap n***as keep trippin', we gon' stick a n***a up
And if a n***a want some work, I can fix a n***a up
I be drippin' in Dior, I be splashin' to the floor
A n***a playing with the gang, we gon' hit him with the torch
And I balling on these n***as like a n***a playing sports
I was locked up in Jail, I was eating with a spork
Percocet got me geeked up, feeling like a dork
And I'm from Texas, but I don't ridе a horse
In the Lamborghini, I be scooting and skrting
N***a play with thе Sauce, I put two in his jersey
Fuck the opps, I can't give them no mercy
Fuck these rappers, can't give them no verses
And I'm standing on ten
N***a play with me or one of my twins, I'ma hurt 'em
In a Double R and I'm behind a curtain
All this drank in my system, can't wake up early
[Chorus: Peso Peso]
I got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
Got your bitch in my race car, with the AR, if you play, I'ma pop ya
N***a, I get more drank than the doctor
Drip, splash, got Dior on my collar
I just left Saks, walked up in Neiman Marcus
Me and Jackboy might jack your daughter
I got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
Got your bitch in my race car, with the AR, if you play, Imma pop ya
N***a, I get more drank than the doctor
Drip, splash, got Dior on my collar
I just left Saks, walked up in Neiman Marcus
Me and Jackboy might jack your daughter

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Drip, splash, got Dior on my collar
Ran up the pesos, I could fuck a n***a mama
I got the bitch freaked out, she eating dick all summer
She a beast with the head, got me snatching out her frontal
Opps claiming the beef, they turned your boy into a hunter
But it's gonna rain in, make it hurricane and thunder
Choppa go to sanging, got it sounding like Usher
If she ain't fuck first night, best believe I'll duck her
Me and Peso sauced up, yeah, we the Lamb twins
Rich ass n***as, but we still tryna spend
Tryna put 'bout ten on you and your friend
Tryna hop out with a big ass FN
I'm in Texas sippin on drank
Gotta keep a rocket, I go hard in the paint
Got a real big bag, do the most at the bank
Got your baby mama mad, 'cause my bitch, what she ain't
[Chorus: Peso Peso]
I got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
Got your bitch in my race car, with the AR, if you play, I'ma pop ya
N***a, I get more drank than the doctor
Drip, splash, got Dior on my collar
I just left Saks, walked up in Neiman Marcus
Me and Jackboy might jack your daughter
I got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
Got your bitch in my race car, with the AR, if you play, I'ma pop ya
N***a, I get more drank than the doctor
Drip, splash, got Dior on my collar
I just left Saks, walked up in Neiman Marcus
Me and Jackboy might jack your daughter