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letra de drippin & splashin - peso peso

[intro]
yeah
ooh
drill
splat
yeah
all that saf
ayy

[chorus]
you are not trappin’ and jackin’, lil’ n-gga, we know that you rappin’ and cappin’
i got a glock with a stick and i’m all in the bricks while i’m wrappin’ and packin’
you n-ggas got problems with me, i got choppers with me, it ain’t only for askin’ (blah)
i’m totin’ a 10 (blah), leave a n-gga wet, now he drippin’ and splashin’
ain’t no playin’ with this sh-t then a n-gga gon’ die
ain’t no more talkin’, scoot up with that fire
n-ggas ain’t trappin’, but we know he a lie
reach for my chain, boy, i bet you wan’ try
scootin’ up where you live at
i got big choppers, i got big mags
and i really came up off a nick’ sack
i just broke a white b-tch for ten racks

[verse]
i’m all in her bottom, i’m wrappin’ a bale
if i get you hit, then your brother gon’ tell
yeah, i ain’t finna ride, yeah, i ain’t finna slide
i’ma f-ck around and go to jail
i do not play ’bout no beef
i’m uppin’ my heat, i shoot like a three (blah)
you was at practice, i was out trappin’, i was tryna serve me a fiend (trap)
you play with this sh-t, then i’m clearin’ the scene
got a glock on my hip and got racks in my jeans
i don’t play ’bout that money, i come where you stay
i got k!llers jumpin’ out of the range
maclaren like i ain’t been with it
thirteen years old, i was servin’ them fiends
n-gga, play with this sh-t then i’m comin’ to get ya
n-gga run up on me, then i’m uppin’ my pistol
i’m rockin’ gucci and louis, versace, lil’ n-gga, you know that i’m splashin’ and drippin’
and i got dolce gabbana all over my body, i drip in the masi with k!llers
peso peso, i got racks in the stash
n-gga play on my brothers, get put in a bag
i shoot a chopper like i’m come from iraq
n-gga say he gangster, but he runnin’ with rags (listen)
[chorus]
you are not trappin’ and jackin’, lil’ n-gga, we know that you rappin’ and cappin’
i got a glock with a stick and i’m all in the bricks while i’m wrappin’ and packin’
you n-ggas got problems with me, i got choppers with me, it ain’t only for askin’ (blah)
i’m totin’ a 10 (blah), leave a n-gga wet, now he drippin’ and splashin’
ain’t no playin’ with this sh-t then a n-gga gon’ die
ain’t no more talkin’, scoot up with that fire
n-ggas ain’t trappin’, but we know he a lie
reach for my chain, boy, i bet you wan’ try
i’m scootin’ up where you live at
i got big choppers, i got big mags
and i really came up off a nick’ sack
i just broke a white b-tch for ten racks

- peso peso

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