AceTheFace
[Ohgeesy & Peso Peso]
Ayy, drip, get the drip, yeah, I swag
Peso, he finna get that bag
G-Star jeans, nigga, while I sag
Bimmer whip, and I'm finna do the dash
Sellin' pills and you know I sell that hash
If I want it, then she finna sell that ass
Smoke dope, bitch, yeah, I get a bag
I drive Bimmer whips, I don't drive no Jags
I said I got good dick, she said, "Facts"
Said I got good dick, she said, "Facts"
Said I got good dick, that's no cap
Said I got good dick, that's no cap
Ho, you from the East Coast
Dick her off a Perc', nigga, I'm in beast mode
All about the chips, nigga, like a Frito
All about the chips like a Hot Cheeto
Young fly nigga, and you know I'm Mexican
Good dick, it's gon' make her want some sex again
No phone calls, nigga, I won't text again
No phone calls, nigga, I won't text again
I'm with Peso, nigga, we up in Texas then
If you want that beef, your block get wet again
Say you got some good pussy, finna sell it then
Say you want some good pack, I'm finna mail it then (Splash, ayy)
[Peso Peso]
And I'm splashin' 'round with the tool out
Nigga talkin' reckless, I just block him, make him move out
Take a trip to the Bay, then the pounds got flew out
And I'm smashin' in the 'Rari and I'm slidin' with the roof off
I got a Glock with a thirty and a carbine with a fifty
The traphouse don't close like I'm serving out a Dennys
And I'm slidin' 'round town with thirty pounds in a Bentley
With my neck and my mouth iced out, got me shivering
Ayy, I'm Bathing Ape to my socks
And if a nigga try to plot, I'ma put him in a box
I be trappin' out the spot, I ain't punchin' on no clocks
I be breakin' all these bitches, I ain't lovin' on no thot
I be drippin', I be splashin', I got pints inside my cabin
You be hatin', you be salty, you ain't never had no cabbage
You a pussy, you a buster, you ain't never been a savage
In the trap ten toes, I got kilos in my mattress (Ayy)
And today was a good day
Went to the trap late and I dodged a whole drug raid
A hundred pounds in the kitchen, lil' nigga, let's get it
My hitter itchin' for a body, finna send him on a mission
And I'm clutchin' on a Glizzy if a nigga get to trippin'
Po-po slice a nigga up and put them racks in the ceiling
That murder run through my blood 'cause my po-po was a killer
Fendi poncho on my body 'cause it's cold in the winter (Splash)
[Sauce Walka]
New Maybach, thirty miles on it
Baby bottles in the backseat, but not a towel on it
Spent 30K at the dentist just to smile on it
Jacket from the Thornberrys, it's fur from the wild on it
Benz hit the grass like a tiger, it got a prowl on it
Right arm got so much water, I put a towel on it
The ref say I play too hard, he put a foul on me
I take the tech' and look at the crowd, this shit wild, homie
I guess I'm the MVP
Big endorsements, all the bitch niggas envy me
I step back and hit the three, I look like KD
I done opened Cookie smoke with me and Ohgeesy, P
Sauce drippin' on the floor like a honey rib
I sat down for three and came home to a hundred still
Lot of niggas free this whole time and got nothin' still
Off of YouTube money, I could buy a hundred cribs
Ooh-wee
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