[Verse: PE$O PETE]
Yeah, I got za in the cone, how I'm funnelin', wai—, damn it, bro
I got za in the cone, how I'm funnelin' purple, demon shit, pop out the summonin' circle
That's a dead talk, if it ain't no guap involved, he-a dead walk, struttin' on the gang wit' no cause
[?], got [?] on feet, but you know the polo on the body li'l [?]
[?] five or six [?], PE$O don't roll RAW, you'll see me when I decide, we knockin' 'em off
While I play for that money, say a séance before I get paid, dawg, blue-hunnid ritual summon
I might laugh, it ain't funny, you know where PE$O from, we finesse, uh, that's why I'm a swindler
I love me some integers, I know a hot-headed jit who might grab you a—, "Ssssshh!", that boy a injurer
Money long, nose hair, Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, I'm countin' blue, Jelly Jiggler
Gear Five, I'm countin' my money, I'm gigglin', she want my golden rod, I told her, "Get it then"
Karma come 'round like a circle, no Michelin, Broward raised, but the origin is Michigan
Maybe that's why bzar is my li'l twinnem, he gon' die or expire, man, them shits are synonyms
Go mainstream? Young PE$O not givin' in
Sell my soul? Young PE$O not givin' in
I rap 'bout za, then I rap 'bout that Luffy shit, they say that young PE$O G.O.A.T.ed, they feelin' it
I want a Trackhawk, "What PE$O do wit' a Trackhawk?" I might just Vert Wheeler it

[Outro: PE$O PETE]
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