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letra de drip squad members - peso peso

[intro: sada baby]
chamberlain, he’s got it!
uhm, yeah
uhm, let that-
let me in-
let me fast, n-gga
huh, let the lights down, huh
let the ice down, huh
chop’ at all times, choppa right-wrong, huh
bop at all times, huh, bop right-wrong, huh

[verse 1: sada baby]
hollow changed the head on that man, leave corso
corvette in sports mode, lamb truck in need
bl!cky get this door gone, leave the portfolio
i’m just blowing weed, baby what you need?
huh, i’ll get in horse mode, i’ll make you bleed
huh, i’m just make making bread, huh, i’m just getting money
huh, n-ggas’ll be dead, huh, bullets got him running
huh, i just want some head from your b-tch, b-tch just give mе head
bust it on that donkey, huh, bust it on the monkеy
huh, can’t go tho the feds, huh, know them b-tches want me
huh, i get off them ‘mids, huh, don’t even get hungry
huh, i be minding my business, i be out the way
huh, k!lled the witness, so the n-gga ain’t got sh-t to say
huh, i be getting it, i be getting it, i be with me, i be with me
i just dropped a 8, huh, right before i ate
and all i got b-tches and some outta state
huh, i make them hoes miss me, huh, no you can’t relate
huh, i got sauce telling me, check my demeanor
hmm, i’m a boss, tell them n0body cleaner
hmm, i’ll get you off, hmh, f-ck you thought?
choppa blowing like a singer
clothes fresh out the cleaners
p-ssy n-gga caught, hit that n-gga with the nina
catch his wife with his dog, give her big head, gina
huh, i spark my blunts with a louis vuitton lighter
huh, i smoke good runtz all the time, i be higher
huh, i’ll get you stomped, huh, i’ll get you jumped
hmh, yeah i’m a fighter, you ain’t sh-t, but a biter
hmm, hmm, i’ll get a n-gga blood, i can get you hired
huh, yeah, premium drugs, i know the supplier
huh, i be sipping wock’, all you drink is close
huh, they ain’t f-cking with the squad, it ain’t even close
huh, catch him lacking with my rod, we gon’ send that boy to god
you know we gon’ do the most, he ain’t ready for the smoke
know that do the job, get him gone
huh, let a n-gga try to rob, dt at your dome
hmm, pop percocets, know them b-tches legendary
huh, dirty s-x with your ex, she ain’t never scary
i ran up a check, huh, that’s why i flex
might the hoe in february, ran it back in january
pick any strap, make a mess, it don’t never vary
trophy tatted on my bicep, skuba jason terry
huh, got a problem with you, huh, we gon’ handle that
huh, i’ll squabble with you, huh, i got hands for that
huh, huh, your b-tch ’bout to follow, i’ma make her swallow
she left a n-gga handicap, i know why you mad at that
huh, serving good hey arnold where they met me at
huh, huh, i don’t f-ck with carlos, too much bands for that
huh, huh, you know i’m with gang, see all of us
huh, they know we ain’t lame, can’t ball on us
huh, put money on his brain, spill it on his jag’
only squad members call on us, they can bet it all on us
huh, drippin’ in my lane, sauce walk’ on ’em
huh, huh, whoop and do my thing, big dawg on ’em
mhm, duh
[verse 2: peso peso]
pull up to your town, where the syrup at?
everybody coming to texas like “where the birds at?”
b-tch i ain’t no cook, but that crack, i could stir that
in the lamborghini urus with a choppa on the floor mat
i got ice, i got salt, i got hard, what you need?
julo posted in the trap selling dogs to a fiend
they be like, “how you ride so dirty, but your car so clean?”
sent my k!ller to the house ’cause he off 4 beans
i got some youngins that’ll lay up in your bushes
them n-ggas just got the drop, yeah, they finna go and cook him
and they just hit my line like, “should we go and book him?”
h-ll yeah, he ain’t straight, that n-gga came at me crooked
10-deuce piru, i’ma stack some baretta
keep a n-gga in the cut, they gon’ blast for that cheddar
and n-gga, free my brother action, he a well known stepper
i was really selling rocks in my burberry sweater
i’m on the interstate with weight, i’m tryna make it there and back
i’m buying foreign after foreign, yeah, i know they scared of that
i got your b-tch up in my lamb’, i got my hand up in her back
i rock amiri jeans, i threw my g-star’s in the trash
i got choppas on my table, got bands on my dresser
i told that hoe, “i ain’t no pimp, lil b-tch, i’m an investor”
n-ggas playing with the gang, then, we coming with that pressure
yeah, birds fly together, so you know we dropping feathers
n-ggas playing with the set, yeah, we coming to your home
do the business in my car ’cause i want your ass to know
and all these rappers selling pounds ’cause it ain’t no shows
well, hit my line right now ’cause i got what you want
i got balenci’ on my feet, got my kidneys filled with lean
i keep a glizzy with a beam
i’m counting benji’s with the team
walk’ splashed up, rolls royce, rims pink
a n-gga wanna do a song with peso, that’s 10 g’s, but if you got a lotta weed, you can gimme 20 p’s
before the rap, in the hood, i trapped up a quarter ki
at 15, i got a n-gga whacked for a quarter p
yeah, i’m the hardest ese, but ain’t n0body as hard as me
i got percocets and wock’ all in my arteries
i’m counting 500 racks, please, n0body bother me
on the [?] side and they tryna cop a plea
but h-ll nah, n-gga, we tryna slide, no apologies
all these ‘woods to the face, kinda hard for me to sit up
i’m rocking lv in the chelsea’s, in the benz
i be on every block in texas, i ain’t never got my sh-t took
n-ggas in my dm’s crying ’cause a n-gga got his b-tch f-cked
and it’s dark than a b-tch, and my neck still lit up
i can shoot a chop’ and i can chop a brick up
got on my lil n-gga ass ’cause he went and shot a crib up
we only taking head shots and you bet’ not miss nun
you ain’t got a foreign car, boy you gotta go and rent one
all this money out here, boy you better go get some
[outro: peso peso]
go get some money n-gga
ol’ broke ass n-gga
tired of that sh-t
drip!

- peso peso

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