FabvL, Pe$o Pete - WILD WILD WEST lyrics

Yeah, okay

​inoue!

I feel like Satoru Gojo when
I mix the purple, it's over
(Aye)
Nothing but god damn weight on my shoulders
I’m stressin', but blessed, never sober
This money my motive, connected like modem
You talk like you know, but, fasho
I don't know them (Pussy)
Extended clip, hold a ’K like I'm Oda
(Brrah) you talk like you bro', but
Fasho, you a hoe, um
Fuck on yo' bitch on her
Cheeks where I stroke, um
I never cared for the card swipe (Ha ha ha)
Nothin' but hard times
That's why I dirty my soda
And that's why I'm stackin’ my quotas
I’m smokin' on roll up
I need me a M flip phone Motorola (Yuh)
Whole team post in the field like a MOBA
(Bitch)
You prolly a bitch and you prolly a poser
You prolly a bitch wit’ no bitches
That's why I dismiss 'em
I'm just on a mission to innovate

Brodie, just turn off your microphone
And close your interface
That shit is not gonna fill
Up your dinner plate
Flare Blitz, I hit the track shit, Incinerate
So much smoke, man, my life is a hotbox
But if he gon’ pop off
I'll let the choppa out
It's finna ventilate
Clear out the whole crowd
That shit'll immigrate fuck that bitch
But I mean it's a different day
I took my flows and my skills and I integrate
All of you rappers that
Think you can intervene
Yo' shit trash, man, find you another way
Real bag chasin', I found me a hundred ways
Use to record all my songs off a tablet
Took all my sadness and flipped it to madness
I took my madness and flipped it to checks
I live in Broward, that's the wild wild west

Hahaha (Yuh)
I can't lie, I'm really not impressed
(Not impressed, nah)
Shark infested waters got me pressed
(Yuh, now I'm mad, bitch)
On the internet, tryna flex (Okay)

Welcome to the wild wild
West, west, west, west, west
(Yuh) you could prolly get it
Next, next, next, next, next
(Okay) why you fuckin' wit' the
Best, best, best, best, best?
(Aye) now there's never time to
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest
This is the wild wild west, west, west, west
West (What? What? What?)
In the lab like Johnny
Test, Test, Test, Test, test
Got this gelato in my
Chest, chest, chest, chest, chest
(Aye) all black fit, I look
Like Death, Death, Death, death

Man, fuck that, I'mma prove my point
These rappers ain't shit, they sheep
They oink
No pity for a simp, that shit yo' choice
Roll a blunt full of runtz
That shit real nice
Let the 9, hit five, this shit employed
Real fire, real fire, when I'm wit' my boys
Fuck a tip, she gon' sit
On my dick with joy
Gotta fire, gotta fire, my stick, my boy
Gotta

SHINY PACK! (Shiny Pokémon Sparkle)

Hahaha i'm fuckin' around
Stupid (Spitting) just stop it
Shout-out FabvL, man hehaha
Why it sound like