[Producer Tag: bsterthegawd & [?]]
I love you, bster (I love you, bster, I love you, bster)

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
These rappers some hoes, when you fall off, I'mma love to see it
​bster my li'l bro', fuck wit' him? You in a hundred pieces
Bro', yo' money low, he want beef on YouTube beats, but can't afford the leases
I be droppin' gold, Home Alone, I can't afford the leakin'
I was on a roll, smokin' 'dro', money callin' on my phone, say, "Hello?", and it started speakin'
Picked up for the winnin' team, fuckin' wit' his dreams
He wish he was me, 'boutta make him see, wе was never evеn
Now he fuckin' reachin', bro', you just a heathen
I'mma send his ass to Heaven just for fuckin' speakin'

[Break: PE$O PETE]
Fuck! I ain't do shit to nobody, man
Why y'all always on my fuckin' dick, man? (Ha)
Stop it, get some bitches
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
It was never question if he had the weapon
But could he maneuver weapons?
Always clocked in, no limit 'til my blade works
If he want beef, I'm raisin' wagyu
I ain't sympathize wit' cattle, but I had to let the calves go and play first
Aye, nerd, fuck you lookin' at, boy? You remind me of myself before the bitches, you should try and get some play first
Aura heavy like this Nike jacket made of iron
He want songs, then we on, let me tell you what they say first
I'mma pull up five bodies, guess I'm catchin' five homis
You gon' see the ace and guess what? I had to flame first
If I only had one bullet between Trump and you lames, I'mma line y'all up and still put the lames first
Half of y'all bars ain't shit and you still puttin' pen to the pad, I just stink, then I say words
I betchu feel stupid
I be throwin' hook after hook, boy, that's real stupid
Three-sixty motion in the pot, hit the real movement
Fuck that fake shit, I'm tryna pop, this the real movement