Splash & Forth Peso Peso (Ft. Lil 2z)
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[Intro]
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
I'm strapped with a Kel-Tec when I'm walkin' through the door
Pounds on deck, got 'em for the low
Versace, Medusa, and Louis on my clothes
Me and [?] sellin' fish scales
These niggas ain't trappin', they actin' like Denzel
Nigga talkin' reckless but he been scared
Put a couple bullets in his big head
I don't wanna talk about it (No)
I'ma slang the chopper, I'ma shoot at anybody
Thirteen, I was servin' narcotics
MAC-11, it's gon' have his heart stoppin'
I'm bossed up, bitch, I feel like John Gotti
My trap is too hot, we got the law watchin'
VVS diamonds, my neck is drippin'
I just sent a hit, they think somebody else did
Chalked up with a chopper, we shoot from the neck up
Blood gang, bitch, I'm pourin' red up
If we got grease, we ain't givin' fair warning
Hit your momma and your daddy, we don't spare none
And I'm walkin' with a dirty K
I just counted up a hundred thousand yesterday
Got a problem, I'ma shoot ya in ya face
On my granny porch, I'm servin' fish filet (Trap)
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
I'm strapped with a Kel-Tec when I'm walkin' through the door
Pounds on deck, got 'em for the low
Versace, Medusa, and Louis on my clothes
Me and [?] sellin' fish scales
These niggas ain't trappin', they actin' like Denzel
Nigga talkin' reckless but he been scared
Put a couple bullets in his big head
I don't wanna talk about it (No)
I'ma slang the chopper, I'ma shoot at anybody
Thirteen, I was servin' narcotics
MAC-11, it's gon' have his heart stoppin'
I'm bossed up, bitch, I feel like John Gotti
My trap is too hot, we got the law watchin'
VVS diamonds, my neck is drippin'
I just sent a hit, they think somebody else did
Chalked up with a chopper, we shoot from the neck up
Blood gang, bitch, I'm pourin' red up
If we got grease, we ain't givin' fair warning
Hit your momma and your daddy, we don't spare none
And I'm walkin' with a dirty K
I just counted up a hundred thousand yesterday
Got a problem, I'ma shoot ya in ya face
On my granny porch, I'm servin' fish filet (Trap)
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