Eating on Tacos

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayyye, ouu Peso, Peso, Peso, Peso Yeah [Chorus] Nigga rep your gang, nigga, throw that shit up He say he got a pint of Wock, well pour that shit up Yeah, your partner got dropped, and he need to get picked up This AR-15'll shoot your ribs up All this drip on me, but I can't slip up Nigga play with the gang, in the ground, where you end up [Verse] These niggas so funny, ain't got no money My diamonds so shiny when the sky ain't sunny I got thirty pounds in a LV luggage My gas so loud you can smell me bumming I'm on the Highway strapped up, sliding with my Vatos I'm in the back of the foreign car eating on Tacos And I'm so bool in the hood, I can have on all my jewelry and walk with a blindfold Can't fool with these niggas, they change like the weather It's just me and my brothers, we bangin' together I'm in the Lamb' truck, nigga, this is not no Tesla Get your bands up, nigga, you ain't got no cheddar I'm sliding around in a drop-top, finna pull up to the trap spot, jump like hopscotch Ya'll shooting other cars, but nah, we hop out Fuck the Internet shit, nigga, just pop out Niggas know what bracking Bitch, I got FN clips all in my jacket Niggas all on the 'Gram talking 'bout they gon' clap But if a nigga get shot, I don't know what happened I just went and cashed out on a brand new AR These niggas ain't tough, these niggas just play hard Boy, you need to go get your chain from the jeweler, that bitch been ready and need to be payed off All this drip on me, young nigga so bling I walk around in Alexander McQueen Twelve hundred my pants, Amiri my jeans If lil bro shoot the Chop', he clearing the scene Police on my dick, tryna put me in the bean I got racks in the safe and I ball like Hakeem I'm a real don dada Yeah, nigga, Peso, he a real tough shotta I'm in the Maybach Benz and I'm eating on lobster All these racks on me, I don't need no watch All these racks on me, everyday I go shopping All these racks on me, my opps like to watch me Ayyye, I got Choppas, and Glocks, and FN's I heard these fuck niggas tryna put the police on me Don't get too close, you don't know me homie I just counted five hundred racks by my lonely Yeah, I'm the the Lamb' truck, skrt , finna come to your hood If you need you a pack, pull up, it's good Strapped up with a cannon just like I should I got a Drac' on me, better not play with me, you gon' make grip that 'Wood I'm counting up 'fetti, watching Ed, Edd, n Eddy Yeah, I got a lot of foreigns, but I trap out a Chevy I bet your bitch want my dick in her belly All these chains on my neck, this shit too heavy You get hit with a Blick if the shit get hit Nigga, fuck shooting slugs, lil nigga, come check it [Outro] Ouuu