Pe$o Pete, OmarCameUp - 954 2 305 lyrics
[Pe$o Pete, OmarCameUp - 954 2 305 lyrics]
PE$O, are you dumb?
Yeah, man, talk to 'em (Pew, pew)
Aye, you know you niggas listening
To ya boy PE$O
PETE, if you ain't fuckin' with this shit
Eat my (Whoa, pipe up, yuh)
Why it sound like huh? Woah, hey (Yeo)
PE$O, what the fu
Thirty-thousand feet above
Travel light to L-A (Aye)
Got a bag for my bag and a bag for my chain
Aye (Bag for my chain)
I ain't even got a chain
I just really want a chain
Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame
All that shit is for the lames, yuh
I might creep up on your dame
She said "Hey", then gave me brain (Woo)
Spit this heat, how I maintain
Got some problems, can't contain (God damn)
Might Cobain
Do not be surprised if PE$O don't come back
I don't know
I might slit my fuckin' wrist
If I don't blow that's on foe
Made some promises to people that I know
Cannot fold, just remember 'bout these days
When I go gold and do shows
Same bitch hate me got my
Dick inside her throat (Yuh)
How it goes, for the clout and all this
Money they will hold (Word, word, word)
And they "Oh"
Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O)
Tell my youngins
"Stay alert and on yo' toes"
Get yo' bag for these hoes, for these hoes
Why it sound like (Uh, aye)
Hey, okay, okay (You dig?)
I was rollin' through Miami wit'
The pack in my lap
I don't serve, I don't trap
I just roll, then I rap
I was rollin' through Miami wit'
The pack in my lap (Aye, hey aye, aye)
I don't serve, I don't trap (Hey, hey)
I just roll, then I rap (Yuh, aye)
I just roll (Yeo, yeo)
This shit go (This shit go)
'Lotta snakes, gotta stay on my toes
(On my toes
Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge)
They gon' know (They gon' know)
They gon' know (What? Yuh)
You's a rookie, leader shit, to the pros
(Yuh, yeah)
Niggas really think they out here (Uh)
Tell that shit to the jury, man (Nah)
Y'all niggas Pinhead Larry
Y'all cannot fuck wit' a Dirty Dan
(Hell nah) i am about my money
I will not stop at just thirty bands (Bills)
And all I do is ball out, but
I ain't gon' on a journey, man
(Yuh) these niggas fake
They wasn't fuckin' wit' the kid
Before he got placements (Nah)
I'm out here waitin' for no man (Nah)
Bitch, I am off to the races
Got a bad little bitch and she Asian (Pew)
I put my like all in her spine (Yuh)
Oh, that's your girl gettin' first place?
I guess my dick is the finish line, aye (Aye)
Hoo, yuh, yeo, aye (Yeo, aye)
Shout-out PE$O (Word, word, word, aye) yuh
Yeah, man, talk to 'em (Pew, pew)
Aye, you know you niggas listening
To ya boy PE$O
PETE, if you ain't fuckin' with this shit
Eat my (Whoa, pipe up, yuh)
Why it sound like huh? Woah, hey (Yeo)
PE$O, what the fu
Thirty-thousand feet above
Travel light to L-A (Aye)
Got a bag for my bag and a bag for my chain
Aye (Bag for my chain)
I ain't even got a chain
I just really want a chain
Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame
All that shit is for the lames, yuh
I might creep up on your dame
She said "Hey", then gave me brain (Woo)
Spit this heat, how I maintain
Got some problems, can't contain (God damn)
Might Cobain
Do not be surprised if PE$O don't come back
I don't know
I might slit my fuckin' wrist
If I don't blow that's on foe
Made some promises to people that I know
Cannot fold, just remember 'bout these days
When I go gold and do shows
Same bitch hate me got my
Dick inside her throat (Yuh)
How it goes, for the clout and all this
Money they will hold (Word, word, word)
And they "Oh"
Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O)
Tell my youngins
"Stay alert and on yo' toes"
Get yo' bag for these hoes, for these hoes
Why it sound like (Uh, aye)
Hey, okay, okay (You dig?)
I was rollin' through Miami wit'
The pack in my lap
I don't serve, I don't trap
I just roll, then I rap
I was rollin' through Miami wit'
The pack in my lap (Aye, hey aye, aye)
I don't serve, I don't trap (Hey, hey)
I just roll, then I rap (Yuh, aye)
I just roll (Yeo, yeo)
This shit go (This shit go)
'Lotta snakes, gotta stay on my toes
(On my toes
Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge)
They gon' know (They gon' know)
They gon' know (What? Yuh)
You's a rookie, leader shit, to the pros
(Yuh, yeah)
Niggas really think they out here (Uh)
Tell that shit to the jury, man (Nah)
Y'all niggas Pinhead Larry
Y'all cannot fuck wit' a Dirty Dan
(Hell nah) i am about my money
I will not stop at just thirty bands (Bills)
And all I do is ball out, but
I ain't gon' on a journey, man
(Yuh) these niggas fake
They wasn't fuckin' wit' the kid
Before he got placements (Nah)
I'm out here waitin' for no man (Nah)
Bitch, I am off to the races
Got a bad little bitch and she Asian (Pew)
I put my like all in her spine (Yuh)
Oh, that's your girl gettin' first place?
I guess my dick is the finish line, aye (Aye)
Hoo, yuh, yeo, aye (Yeo, aye)
Shout-out PE$O (Word, word, word, aye) yuh