[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those
Everyday I wake up, all I drink is J'Mo
My bitch is insane, all she want is anal
She cut blow with Draino, bust it on the table
Everybody say they loyal, tell me where the fuck is they, though?
We ain't never see you bitches, Carmen Sandiego
I ain't ever sold my soul, I ain't ever had no halo
Smoke J's big as egg rolls, hit that José Canseco
Mix that OJ and Cuervo, so high that I see angels
Came all the way from the kitchen, frying them potatoes
And y'all can talk all you want to
'Cause it'll never be in my face, though
And y'all mothafuckas keep lookin'
But can't nobody fill my space, ho
I'm the realest mothafucka, I'm on some UGK
Trillest mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
Asshole, kinda moody, ho
Mexico with the plug named Julio
I been champin' this work at the studio
What the fuck you think I got this toolie for?
Nobody here tryna scoop me though
When I pull up, I'll be lookin' like a movie, ho
Old school like Coolio
Bitch, I got a shooter in the back, nigga, fully ho
They must not know I am the one that greenlight the hood
Have 'em come get you, though they'll never pull up and talk
They just hop out and go put a price on your life, I got money to blow
I'm 'bout that, homie, I bet you can't doubt that, homie
Money, can't count that, homie
All gold reef, yeah, I'm jumpin' out that, homie
Yeah, I got your bitch on the side, she say she got ass
She only wanna bounce back on me
Tell her that now, prolly wanna put us on the block for somebody
Go and tell her now, homie
I declare, some know, never stayin' down
These chains got me coolin' like a fan now
Ain't no brotha tryna compete, that shit gay
It's like everybody wanna be the man now
I'm the realest mothafucka, they call it murder
How I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
Pesos, pesos, all I know is chase those
Everyday I wake up, all I drink is J'Mo
My bitch is insane, all she want is anal
She cut blow with Draino, bust it on the table
Everybody say they loyal, tell me where the fuck is they, though?
We ain't never see you bitches, Carmen Sandiego
I ain't ever sold my soul, I ain't ever had no halo
Smoke J's big as egg rolls, hit that José Canseco
Mix that OJ and Cuervo, so high that I see angels
Came all the way from the kitchen, frying them potatoes
And y'all can talk all you want to
'Cause it'll never be in my face, though
And y'all mothafuckas keep lookin'
But can't nobody fill my space, ho
I'm the realest mothafucka, I'm on some UGK
Trillest mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
Asshole, kinda moody, ho
Mexico with the plug named Julio
I been champin' this work at the studio
What the fuck you think I got this toolie for?
Nobody here tryna scoop me though
When I pull up, I'll be lookin' like a movie, ho
Old school like Coolio
Bitch, I got a shooter in the back, nigga, fully ho
They must not know I am the one that greenlight the hood
Have 'em come get you, though they'll never pull up and talk
They just hop out and go put a price on your life, I got money to blow
I'm 'bout that, homie, I bet you can't doubt that, homie
Money, can't count that, homie
All gold reef, yeah, I'm jumpin' out that, homie
Yeah, I got your bitch on the side, she say she got ass
She only wanna bounce back on me
Tell her that now, prolly wanna put us on the block for somebody
Go and tell her now, homie
I declare, some know, never stayin' down
These chains got me coolin' like a fan now
Ain't no brotha tryna compete, that shit gay
It's like everybody wanna be the man now
I'm the realest mothafucka, they call it murder
How I kill this mothafucka, you feel me, mane?
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