Pe$o Pete - YALL RAPPERS REALLY GARBAGE lyrics
[Pe$o Pete - YALL RAPPERS REALLY GARBAGE lyrics]
Ugh bitch
You feel me? (Aye) why it sound like murder?
(Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is)
Who the fuck is PE$O PE yeah, uh
Omar on the come up!
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion
You probably wonder 'bout how I be movin'
(Bitch)
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me
Stupid, this heat on me fumin'
I'm and movin' (O oh)
Something about you just says you
Ain't doin' the things that
You say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it
(I'm finna prove it)
Dumbass rappers that can't even
Rap tryna give
Me a rating when they need approval (Heh)
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot
Brain fuckin' fried from the
Pills that I popped
Wait, that's (Wait, that's)
What the fuck happened before
You was rappin'?
You wasn't an addict, man, fuck it
I'm snappin' it's light, cameras, action
And then I start spazzin' (Ugh, ugh)
I swear I'm relaxin', it's just a reaction
(Ugh, ugh, why it sound like)
Little to me and my faction (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I grabbed it (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I passed it (Yup)
You saw the bag and you fumble (Yup)
You saw the bag, you was lackin' (Yup)
I saw the bag, I was packin' (Uh, huh)
You see this bong that I'm packin'? (Aye)
You see this 'Wood that I'm packin'? (Hm?)
You see the spliff that we rollin'? (Hoo)
You know I really be rappin'
This shit ain't a hobby and
Know I'm not trollin' (Hm?)
Every time I hear the beat, boy
I put on my cleats
Hit the field and I'm strollin' (Yup)
They wanna beat me so bad
Lurkin' deep on the Twitter
I know you be scrollin' (Weirdo)
Hahaha, hate me a bitch
But I really just hate me a snake
(Facts, ah)
All of these green in my pocket, I need me a
(Facts, again, money)
Feel like Deoxys, man, shout-out Anonymuz
I need the space (O oh)
You know I'm rappin'
It was my since I'm finna mate (O oh)
You know I'm whippin' this two hundred M-P
You know I'm gon' race
(Vert Wheeler whippin')
And you know that is cliché, but
You know what they say, heheheh
Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is yeah
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion
You probably wonder 'bout how I be movin'
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me
Stupid, this heat on me fumin'
I'm stickin' and movin'
Something about you just says you
Ain't doin' the things that
You say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it
Dumbass rappers that can't even
Rap tryna give
Me a rating when they need approval
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot
You feel me? (Aye) why it sound like murder?
(Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is)
Who the fuck is PE$O PE yeah, uh
Omar on the come up!
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion
You probably wonder 'bout how I be movin'
(Bitch)
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me
Stupid, this heat on me fumin'
I'm and movin' (O oh)
Something about you just says you
Ain't doin' the things that
You say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it
(I'm finna prove it)
Dumbass rappers that can't even
Rap tryna give
Me a rating when they need approval (Heh)
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot
Brain fuckin' fried from the
Pills that I popped
Wait, that's (Wait, that's)
What the fuck happened before
You was rappin'?
You wasn't an addict, man, fuck it
I'm snappin' it's light, cameras, action
And then I start spazzin' (Ugh, ugh)
I swear I'm relaxin', it's just a reaction
(Ugh, ugh, why it sound like)
Little to me and my faction (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I grabbed it (Yup)
Saw me the bag and I passed it (Yup)
You saw the bag and you fumble (Yup)
You saw the bag, you was lackin' (Yup)
I saw the bag, I was packin' (Uh, huh)
You see this bong that I'm packin'? (Aye)
You see this 'Wood that I'm packin'? (Hm?)
You see the spliff that we rollin'? (Hoo)
You know I really be rappin'
This shit ain't a hobby and
Know I'm not trollin' (Hm?)
Every time I hear the beat, boy
I put on my cleats
Hit the field and I'm strollin' (Yup)
They wanna beat me so bad
Lurkin' deep on the Twitter
I know you be scrollin' (Weirdo)
Hahaha, hate me a bitch
But I really just hate me a snake
(Facts, ah)
All of these green in my pocket, I need me a
(Facts, again, money)
Feel like Deoxys, man, shout-out Anonymuz
I need the space (O oh)
You know I'm rappin'
It was my since I'm finna mate (O oh)
You know I'm whippin' this two hundred M-P
You know I'm gon' race
(Vert Wheeler whippin')
And you know that is cliché, but
You know what they say, heheheh
Or whatever that PE$O PETE shit is yeah
Let me be honest, I don't need confusion
You probably wonder 'bout how I be movin'
Drip like it's humid, this drip on me
Stupid, this heat on me fumin'
I'm stickin' and movin'
Something about you just says you
Ain't doin' the things that
You say you be doin' and I'm finna prove it
Dumbass rappers that can't even
Rap tryna give
Me a rating when they need approval
Sorry for talkin' my shit, wait, I'm not
Omar just sent me the beat, I forgot