[Producer Tag: breno]
Heheh, I love you, breno
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, prodbyzoc, & 檜山 修之]
Oh, you broke? We knew that shit, uh, dang! Oh, you broke? We knew that shit ([?])
Ha, oh, you broke? We knew that shit, I'm like "Oh damn, you said you gon' float?", I think he gon' sink
He gone in a wink, I'm off of that dank, if he fuck wit' the gang, then he catchin' a "Mink!"
When I'm linkin' wit' fam, we gon' pour up and "Clink!", when I'm linkin' wit' fam, we smoke green like—, アー！
I said, "No, bitch, we can't—", フ, ハ！ If he can't feel the [?], then he stupid, no question
Brodie, get to that money, shit ain't a suggestion, if he fuckin' wit' gang, on my money, we press him, haha (ヤー！)
VV's, my wrist stay cryin' like Grеat Depression, y'all ain't been up, y'all just stuck, that's somethin' likе a fake erection ([?], ドリヤー！)
Big ass chop on my side, K. Rool, if the bitch don't wan' fuck wit' the gang, 'kay, cool
If it ain't about money, man, what I'm gon' do? You gon' need you a stack if you thought we gon' do
We just [?] the mansion, I drive [?], if he talkin' on gang, we gon' find bro soon
He claimin' he better, but better than who? And if he claim Beretta, I turn Bayonetta, it's true
No, I don't got hands, but this SIG is ten plus one, Mayweather
[?] remove all the stressors, [?], man, we best him
[Break: PE$O PETE & yayu]
Right, nah, yayu, for real though, right? (*Sizzling*, right-right, for real, for real)
[Verse 2: yayu & [?]]
Uh, true rundown, can't feel this shit ([?], woah)
Day in life: wake up, get pissed, smoke [?], then think how I'm gon' get rich (Pissed, how I'm gon' get rich)
My wit too sharp, gotta hone this shit, my bread too smart, gotta own my shit (Gotta own my shit)
It couldn't be me, but I know that niche, see the route, then I flow, that's it (Hey-Hey, okay)
I'm a young old mind, but I don't have shit, good thing that I don't act rich (Don't have shit, okay, don't act rich, ah, okay)
Cop that bag of work, I'm young wit' texts like After Earth (Woah)
Bitch gon' laugh at first, grew out my hair, I'm snatchin' her (Snatchin' her, aye)
How do I feel myself when it's crowded? Got a audience, had to allow it ([?])
[?] tap into my [?] talent, so I ain't nearly gotten to my loudest ([?])
Talk that shit, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh? Look at my catalogue (Talk that shit, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh?)
I'm next out… pussy
Heheh, I love you, breno
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, prodbyzoc, & 檜山 修之]
Oh, you broke? We knew that shit, uh, dang! Oh, you broke? We knew that shit ([?])
Ha, oh, you broke? We knew that shit, I'm like "Oh damn, you said you gon' float?", I think he gon' sink
He gone in a wink, I'm off of that dank, if he fuck wit' the gang, then he catchin' a "Mink!"
When I'm linkin' wit' fam, we gon' pour up and "Clink!", when I'm linkin' wit' fam, we smoke green like—, アー！
I said, "No, bitch, we can't—", フ, ハ！ If he can't feel the [?], then he stupid, no question
Brodie, get to that money, shit ain't a suggestion, if he fuckin' wit' gang, on my money, we press him, haha (ヤー！)
VV's, my wrist stay cryin' like Grеat Depression, y'all ain't been up, y'all just stuck, that's somethin' likе a fake erection ([?], ドリヤー！)
Big ass chop on my side, K. Rool, if the bitch don't wan' fuck wit' the gang, 'kay, cool
If it ain't about money, man, what I'm gon' do? You gon' need you a stack if you thought we gon' do
We just [?] the mansion, I drive [?], if he talkin' on gang, we gon' find bro soon
He claimin' he better, but better than who? And if he claim Beretta, I turn Bayonetta, it's true
No, I don't got hands, but this SIG is ten plus one, Mayweather
[?] remove all the stressors, [?], man, we best him
[Break: PE$O PETE & yayu]
Right, nah, yayu, for real though, right? (*Sizzling*, right-right, for real, for real)
[Verse 2: yayu & [?]]
Uh, true rundown, can't feel this shit ([?], woah)
Day in life: wake up, get pissed, smoke [?], then think how I'm gon' get rich (Pissed, how I'm gon' get rich)
My wit too sharp, gotta hone this shit, my bread too smart, gotta own my shit (Gotta own my shit)
It couldn't be me, but I know that niche, see the route, then I flow, that's it (Hey-Hey, okay)
I'm a young old mind, but I don't have shit, good thing that I don't act rich (Don't have shit, okay, don't act rich, ah, okay)
Cop that bag of work, I'm young wit' texts like After Earth (Woah)
Bitch gon' laugh at first, grew out my hair, I'm snatchin' her (Snatchin' her, aye)
How do I feel myself when it's crowded? Got a audience, had to allow it ([?])
[?] tap into my [?] talent, so I ain't nearly gotten to my loudest ([?])
Talk that shit, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh? Look at my catalogue (Talk that shit, get it all dress down! Huh? Huh?)
I'm next out… pussy
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