YALL RAPPERS REALLY GARBAGE PE$O PETE
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[Intro: PE$O PETE & simflower]
Ugh
Bitch
You feel me? (Aye!)
Why it sound like murder? (Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is)
Who the fuck is PE$O PE—
Yeah, uh
[Producer Tag: OmarCameUp]
Omar on the come up!
[Chorus: PE$O PETE]
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion, you probably wonder 'bout how I be movin' (Bitch!)
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me stupid, this heat on me fumin', I'm [?] and movin' (Ooh)
Something about you just says you ain't doin' the things that you say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it (I'm finna prove it)
Dumbass rappers that can't even rap tryna give me a rating when they need approval (Heh)
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot
Brain fuckin' fried from the pills that I popped
Wait, that's [?] (Wait, that's [?])
[Verse: PE$O PETE]
What the fuck happened before you was rappin'?
You wasn't an addict, man, fuck it, I'm snappin'
It's light, cameras, action, and then I start spazzin' (Ugh, ugh)
I swear I'm relaxin', it's just a reaction (Ugh, ugh, why it sound like—)
Little to me and my faction (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I grabbed it (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I passed it (Yup)
You saw the bag and you fumble (Yup)
You saw the bag, you was lackin' (Yup)
I saw the bag, I was packin' (Uh-huh)
You see this bong that I'm packin'? (Aye!)
You see this 'Wood that I'm packin'? (Hm?)
You see the spliff that we rollin'? (Hoo!)
You know I really be rappin', this shit ain't a hobby and know I'm not trollin' (Hm?)
Every time I hear the beat, boy, I put on my cleats, hit the field and I'm strollin' (Yup)
They wanna beat me so bad, lurkin' deep on the Twitter, I know you be scrollin' (Weirdo)
Hahaha, hate me a bitch, but I really just hate me a snake (Facts, ah!)
All of these green in my pocket, I need me a [?] (Facts, again, money)
Feel like Deoxys, man, shout-out Anonymuz, I need the space (Ooh)
You know I'm rappin', it was my [?] since I'm finna mate (Ooh)
You know I'm whippin' this two hundred M-P, you know I'm gon' race (Vert Wheeler whippin')
And you know that is cliché, but you know what they say, heheheh
Ugh
Bitch
You feel me? (Aye!)
Why it sound like murder? (Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is)
Who the fuck is PE$O PE—
Yeah, uh
[Producer Tag: OmarCameUp]
Omar on the come up!
[Chorus: PE$O PETE]
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion, you probably wonder 'bout how I be movin' (Bitch!)
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me stupid, this heat on me fumin', I'm [?] and movin' (Ooh)
Something about you just says you ain't doin' the things that you say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it (I'm finna prove it)
Dumbass rappers that can't even rap tryna give me a rating when they need approval (Heh)
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot
Brain fuckin' fried from the pills that I popped
Wait, that's [?] (Wait, that's [?])
[Verse: PE$O PETE]
What the fuck happened before you was rappin'?
You wasn't an addict, man, fuck it, I'm snappin'
It's light, cameras, action, and then I start spazzin' (Ugh, ugh)
I swear I'm relaxin', it's just a reaction (Ugh, ugh, why it sound like—)
Little to me and my faction (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I grabbed it (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I passed it (Yup)
You saw the bag and you fumble (Yup)
You saw the bag, you was lackin' (Yup)
I saw the bag, I was packin' (Uh-huh)
You see this bong that I'm packin'? (Aye!)
You see this 'Wood that I'm packin'? (Hm?)
You see the spliff that we rollin'? (Hoo!)
You know I really be rappin', this shit ain't a hobby and know I'm not trollin' (Hm?)
Every time I hear the beat, boy, I put on my cleats, hit the field and I'm strollin' (Yup)
They wanna beat me so bad, lurkin' deep on the Twitter, I know you be scrollin' (Weirdo)
Hahaha, hate me a bitch, but I really just hate me a snake (Facts, ah!)
All of these green in my pocket, I need me a [?] (Facts, again, money)
Feel like Deoxys, man, shout-out Anonymuz, I need the space (Ooh)
You know I'm rappin', it was my [?] since I'm finna mate (Ooh)
You know I'm whippin' this two hundred M-P, you know I'm gon' race (Vert Wheeler whippin')
And you know that is cliché, but you know what they say, heheheh
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