WYT (feat. Envy!)

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh Uh They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not Kick down your door, you would think we the swat Give to me all that you got Ysl cologne I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong When you talking to me, better watch your tone Before you get hit with that chrome You already know what time I'm on I'm moving real slow like the time is gone If you can not find me better ask your hoe I bet you don't know that she know I bet you don't know that I'm up in her throat She fucking with me cause I get what she want And you don't I only shoot once and it aim for your dome I get that money alone I go through my problems alone Wasn't nobody hitting my phone I tell her that I'm finna hit for the one time And I'm gone They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not Kick down your door, you would think we the swat Give to me all that you got Ysl cologne I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong When you talking to me, better watch your tone Got a couple niggas that be in the trenches that don't care about no sentimental With the red dot give him headshots knock his head off nigga lost his mental Give a f*ck what you want stop complaining, you sit on your ass nigga stop all the faking I'm dripping in water I leave his girl shaking, I'm stacking my bread i don't care if he hating Cause what he gonna do to me Walk in this bitch with my toolie piece Light that bitch up like I made a movie scene Big ass glock that's big time foolery Niggas is mad but that is not new to me (why) Cause I'm getting rich and you not I'm on the tippity top The Percy gone make my heart stop Just look at the roll on my watch time Moving too fast I don't need a stop sign Don't got a bag but nigga respect mine Try to run up we carrying tec nines I hit em once, he wearing a vest now Can't f*ck with that girl she to basic He dodging them bullets like he in the matrix I know it was him boy it ain't no mistaking Put a whole in his house hit the peddle I'm racing They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not Kick down your door, you would think we the swat Give to me all that you got Ysl cologne I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong When you talking to me, better watch your tone Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh