[Intro]
Aye, Peso, Peso, Peso, (Jamil), Peso
Yeah, Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, we on I-45
We got them choppas in the trunk (Blah)
We track that n***a from his trap and then we got him at the club (At the club)
I'm on yo block with a Glock and I'm walking 'round with a dub (Ayeee)
I feel a n***a up with slugs and I throw his ass in the mud (Ayeee)
You wouldn't make it where we from (Nah)
My killers ain't up in no band, but them n***as strapped up with drums (Blah)
I got some hittas that's retarded, grab that choppa, it go dumb (Blah, blah, blah)
I wouldn't advise yo ass to run, but yo best luck is just to run (Blah, facts)
Yeah, because it ain't no shooting back (No)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the spot cooking crack?" (What?)
They be like, "How Peso a superstar in the hood shooting strap?" (Yeah, yeah)
And I done ran up this money, ain't no point in looking back
Yeah, I'm slidin' round' in a Lamb truck (In a Lamb)
Ever since I was a youngin' had to go and run my bands up (Go run my bands up)
And I always keep it silent everytime the laws ran up (Ain't saying names)
If a n***a reaching for my chain, and ain't no question, he get blammed up
Come off the hip with it (Yeah)
I got Dior up on my body, yeah, I drip in it (Yeah, I drip in it)
I got a big ass mansion where I live, n***a (Where I live, n***a)
And I been gettin' to the money since a lil n***a (Since a lil n***a)
I'm finna stalk up on the opp, at his house now (Blah)
I'm finna fye his ass up when he come outside (Blah, blah, blah)
I'm rapping, but I'm in the streets, I never lost ties (I never lost ties)
I'm trappin' all day, n***a trappin' all night (I'm trappin all night lil n***a, Peso)