[Intro]
N***a you got me fucked up
Out here fuckin' with these weak ass hoes like you don't know where home is n***a
Answer your damn phone
Keep fuckin' playin' with me, that's why I got the homies lookin' for your ass

[Verse 1: AFN Peso]
Lookin' for me? check these streets
Smokin' like chiefs, sippin' lean like this shit free
Poured a six in a deuce, I was gone after the three
I don't sip green, bitch please, that shit cheap
Straight dough hunting, yeah, and we don't stop
I never had shit and now they hate on what I got
Focused on my knots, play with that, I grab the Glock
Tell that bitch to knock 'em while the homie raid the spot
Straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same n***as ran up on you at your job
N***a you ain't pimpin', your baby mama a ho bitch
She like how I spend big bands, be gettin' blowed quick
Boss shit, yeah, that's just the goon though
Chop suey totin', it split n***as like field goals
Case closed, weird ass n***as don't get no pesos
Touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
Headshot, closed curtain, these n***as G5
P-R-P's, n***a please, got pimp Levis
Balmain jeans, me and Deez spent like sixteen
Big ass thirties, only gave the n***a like sixteen
Marley and Anoka, trippin', tryna blam that
Poured off the Hi-Tech, bitch where my Act at?
MCM bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
If she ain't got no dope tell that stupid ho to back back
Goonies, yeah, you know the gang
Same n***as ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, get bucked and get banged
N***as know what I claim, we dough hunting for cake

[Chorus: AFN Peso]
N***a dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
Same n***as ran up on you and did jaws
Same n***as ran up on you for that chain
Don't play tough, you know what I claim
My n***as dough hunting, dough hunting
My n***as dough hunting, dough hunting

[Verse 2: AFN Peso]
And none of is lazy, bussing out the foreign no 380
N***a thought I was a rapper till this shit got slim shady
Bitch pay me
Buckin’ on this bitch name Mercedes
But she whippin in the Honda and her baby daddy hate me
Cuz he know ima real n***a, he just couldn't deal wit it
Gave her some dope dick, but bitch you got 10 minutes
I'm anxious
And I be hardly on the same shit, runnin up a check, still with the ones I hang with an bang with
Never been a type a n***a to lane switch
Unless I'm in a drop top
Blow her never pop shop
40 wit a hot spot
Pimping out a hot thot
Heard she gave you hot top
N***a better stop stop, da goon
Ya, you know my name bitch
Hit me on Instagram
Never see me scared to say shit
We dough hunting, ya, you better recognize
N***as be some broke boys, see me we cannot socialize
You feel me
This shit for real I be tryna go an get it, gotta get it out the feel
This shit for real
Ya, fuck a deal if I gotta go an get it I'mma get it outta bill
Ya feel
Yea, ya feel me
Ha, I know you do
Real shit
*outro music*