Pe$o Pete - TUH MOMENT #004 lyrics

Omar on the come up! (Come up)

Where do I begin?
All white fit, I'm steppin' on shrimp
I'm a shark, bitch, look at my fins
That bitch ain't no angel
Ain't got haloes, look at her drip
Look at the way she walk, uh
Look at the way she sit
She know she the shit
I like what I see and I like what I like
So I get what I get, uh
You know where I'm from
The state with the sun
You ain't see the beach and the grip
I'm in Miami Beach wit' the heat on my hip
And my heat on my lap
And my heat on my bitch
You talkin' shit? You get
Packed like a blunt
Keep talkin' shit, he get
Pressеd like a script, tuh

I guess it's go time, buddy
Hе talkin' clips? It's showtime, buddy
He eatin' on dick just to blow my buddy
You sound like a fan or a hoe, my buddy
Might send yo' ass on the my
Heat on my buddy he not my acquaintance
He ain't talkin' money
Bro', let's face it
Yo' time runnin' out, death is coming
Yeah, it must suck to be so old and stagnant
I can't relate
It because PE$O is young, I got to my bag
It's right on my plate
All that anger you hold in your heart
It stem from your bank (Damn) i say
"He real mad 'cause he
Try every single way"
(And still can't get out?)
He thought that he had him a method
He thought that he had him a blessin' (Damn)
He thought that he had him a weapon
Now li'l bro' just stressin' (Damn')
Oh, you thought you was big bro', nah
I'm big bro', bitch, I'm flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin'
I'm really up on a check, just flexin'
(Just flexin')