Peso Peso, Paul Wall - Sophisticated Drip lyrics

TMB yeah, ouu drip, splash tMB

Niggas love to talk down when I'm not 'round
Nigga play with the gang, get Glocks out
Niggas already knowing that I got pounds
The load just came in, better come shop now
My lil youngin', he keep a chopper with 100
And I swear he nice with the walk down
And I can't take advice from a broke nigga
I could give a fuck what he talking bout'
I go to any hood with my ice out
I was trappin' way before the Iphone
Yeah, I'm rappin' and trappin' lil nigga
I left the studio and got a 9 gone
Mike Amiri jeans with Givenchy tee
And I can't find my Lamborghini keys
The way I'm ballin'
Bitch I feel like a athlete
I make 100 racks in that
I'm slidin' round' in a foreign, nigga
If I got a warrant, then they gotta catch me
I got pints in the attic
Got racks on my dresser
I keep toters right by me
If a nigga want pressure
Took his bitch so quick
I ain't even send a message
But, I just go the the head
I ain't want nun extra
Nigga say that he selling dope he a lie
And I'm scooting for Kenny Lou 'til I die

On the grind, stacking large amounts
I been counting money since
Before I could count
Get the money, gimme mine, and bounce
Satellite in the turkey bag, 10 pounds
With my dawg Sergio, 10 toes down
Diamond smile, that's a flawless frown
For the city, gotta rep my town
Earning crowns, not worried 'bout clowns
Live from the Underground, no run around
Candy paint poking out when I'm coming down
If you plotting on me, you better turn around
No fear, whole team finna knuckle down
Wrong move, might end up in the ground
Lil punks big cap like a proper noun
Use to hit licks on the Greyhound
On the way to Beaumont, just passed Baytown
Me and Peso stacking up queso
Big K, big fat bankroll
Big weight, whole lotta papo'
No hate, all I know is, make dough
Never late, on time for the bank though
Package came in from San Diego tatted bidego
Play with the fam
Take a dance with the Draco
Blowing smoke in the wind
'Bout to take a trip down I10 ice the grin
Me and my friends
If I'm coming in, then we all coming in
Shout out to Big E, riding in the Benz
On the grind, stacking up my m's
I put diamonds on Versace lens
On savior's day tryna catch the gems
Got haters on the sideline watching
They all talk
But they ain't talking bout' boxing
I'm coming down like Soncho popping
I gotta dime piece giving me taco
Taking me shopping, the top is dropping
Trap doing numbers, bank account popping
On the clock (Ayyye) , big bank I'm clocking
Paying me later, no, that's not a option

I got 500 dollars in my crack showing
Make my lil niggas get him
If a nigga try to speak up
And I got more money than your big homie
I got a FN and I got a stick up
We be reppin' Texas, nigga, me and Paul Wall
In my phone I got nothing but
Stains on my call log
I was young on the block robbing
Niggas where I sold on
Nigga pull up to the trap
We ain't doing no drive off
I smell like Gelato, yeah
That is my fragrance i feel like a doctor
I'm serving the patients
In the Lamborghini truck, I feel like racing
I got rich than a bitch and the opp got fake
Nigga play with the gang
We gon' fuck em' over
I'm tryna touch a M before than summer over
From the 409 to the H Town, yeah
We had to do this shit for the culture

Yeah, yeah, had to do it for the culture
Eyes open, watch out for the vultures
Folding big coffee and I don't mean Folgers
I'm getting dough, so it's hard to focus
You ain't see me coming down, yeah
I'm potent
Been a year holding, whole piece golden
Everything iced out, everything frozen
Big Moe all in the cup, it's potent
Ain't no rat, but I crawl like a rodent
Top notch OG, all that I'm smoking
Paper stacked tall ain't no folding
Swang on a punk, leave hoe heart broken
I'm getting mine as soon as I awoken
Hard grind
Dollar sign all that I'm promoting
In the Cadillac, cloud nine floating
Backwood jumping with the windows