[Producer Tag: clvr]
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[Intro: PE$O PETE]
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[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Rappers be talkin', but they won't last, money be comin' in Gear Two fast
I'm livin' life the same, he only lie, he lie, okay (He only lie, he lie, okay)
Boy, you a lame, I'm hearin' the shit he say
These people, they come and go way too fast, I want the Trackhawk, way too fast
Count blue like Sonic, shit way too fast, he ain't make money, that shit's so sad (No, no)
Ten out of ten, my bitch too bad, laugh to the bank, boy, I ain't big mad
I hit the god damn Gear Five Laugh, two-hundred dash, ain't gettin' past
I stay on my grind, stay on my path, yo' ass is lame, you lack
I got the plug extorted, young PE$O do magic, the stick like Morton
Look at my stats, young PE$O important, ha, look at my zaza, bitch imported
I hit the Mellow Fellow, I'm in orbit, when I hit the gas, two hundred horses, hm?
Do what I want, like Law, hit ROOM, I'm goin' ape in the booth, baboon
I'm smokin' on za and just gettin' tattooed, I pass it to crew, your bitch gettin' [?]
You ain't ever catchin', that's it, I'm tellin' the truth, you ain't ever catchin', that's a sayin', you fool (Ah)
Fuckin' wit' PE$O? That Marshadow ha-a-and, now he gettin' hit wit' that one-one-two
I'm thumbin' through all these ba-a-ands, if you fuckin' wit' money, my chopper go "Boom!" (Hey)
Poppin' my Sprite turn black, I'm sippin' on Mystical Space Typhoon
You walkin' the plank if you fuck wit' the crew, I'm smokin' on za, that [?]
You fuckin' wit' PE$O 'cause I see the truth, they fuckin' wit' PE$O, I'm better than you
[Verse 2: redster!]
Ain't fuckin' wit' red!? I got nothin' to lose, can't lie 'bout my bread, so I stuff it in Trues (Yeah!)
Channel 5, ain't that his boy on the news? I had a Glock in my hand, finna shoot (Yeah!)
I'm gettin' fried like I'm Rue, yeah, I'm in love wit' my diamonds, yeah, I'm in love wit' my jewels (Yeah, I'm in love wit' my jewels, yeah-yeah-go)
Twenty ball on me, I'mma cop that sweater, cut it to a ten, treat green like Shredder (Ha)
Size twelve Timbs, I'm a real big steppa, beep-beep-beep, Poké Ball, Ash Ketchum (Yeah)
Chopper too horny, you fuck the Beretta, pass shorty the Glock, she go Bayonetta (Bah!)
Pass shorty the hammer, she turn into Grag, I'm back in the kitchen like "Thank you, grax"
These n***as chit-chat, who the fuck asked? Same n***a talk shit behind yo' back, damn (Hahaha!)
These n***as Snakeman, these n***as mamba, these n***as python
Too many snakes that I'm keepin' my eyes on, I get the bread, make it spread, I'm a icon (Yeah)
Bro movin' chicken, I thought it was Tyson, I keep floatin' off the za, M. Bison
Back in days, I need a shoulder to cry on, nowadays, I stand tall like pylon (Yeah)