Pesos! (feat. Chubbie Chan, YvngArchi & Sxrene)

Run up on the gang, you know that's case lose With my gang and you know we gettin' pesos How you gonna love that hoe when she a fake hoe Slide the block and you know we hit the Dracos Drop the top, buy the bulletproof skat And you know that, uh, I just want that bat, yeah With my brother, Chubbie Chan, that's a fact, uh 600 hundred pound life, my pockets fat, yeah Damn, she got a fat ass I don't care if she got a man, I'ma still grab I don't care if she got a man, she call me dad Got my hair white but blonde so you know I'm rad Damn, I just got some bitches Niggas just don't want it now Dye your hair and leave the trenches Unless you're being different Then you're not making any sense Got so many bitches, now they gotta do a second census When it's money, you know I just split it with my bros You go out with his ex, huh Yeah, you broke the code How you gon' do that You know Chan would never fold How you go out with his ex Yeah, it don't make sense Yeah, uh, I just pulled a bad Asian I just got this car and you know I'ma race it Me and Chan, yeah, we got dreams, we gon chase it Had to get a new girl, cause old one was basic Ty, Ty, Ty,Ty, your ex was fuckin' me How she claim she with the fam and she ain't know the kid Why Tyrell made this cause he really did Most rappers fall in love like they a silly rig JVC and Tyrell B droppin' hits on hits Niggas still releasing songs, man, that's just shit on shit They know that we in the game, they should fuckin' quit Like a newborn baby, I'ma go, I'm about to spit He askin' boys if he bout to protect some shit Bodyslam that bitch, like I been on my wrestling shit Wait, is this the pump man, I was not expecting this Need a shorter bus, man, I been on my special shit Bitch, how you a thot without a thot in mind Try to get me top in the church, it's not the time Rich, so goddamn dry, how do you check the time Took item with a gun, I was shootin' like columbine Yeah, on this YN JAY flow, bitch, I'm on that shit On your bitch like clothes, I don't even fit Got high and send the dollar, she a lucky bitch Bitch, I'm too real like a Philly goat Rappin' to it with my rap like a burrito How you f*ck up in this bitch Everything so slow Thank God I'm alive, I might kiss the ground This girl too loud, don't make no sounds