Lyrics

[Chorus: Peso Peso] Ayy, we've been thumbin' through them racks lately Whole lot of fast cars like a nigga drag racin' After we fuck she gotta go, I got a cab waitin' I'm sauced up head to toe, I had to marinate it Big diamonds, big money, big everything A nigga reachin' for my jewelry, I'ma let it ring I give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain I wake up and chase racks, I can't sit and wait [Verse 1: Peso Peso] I poured an eight in a pop, man, I'm finna faint I'm countin' racks with a strap drivin' in a Wraith We beef and then he go to jail, get a nigga shanked I'm sauced up head to toe walkin' in the bank Look at my clothes, yeah, I'm racked up, papa I'm in the club with a MAC tucked, papa You don't evеn got no rank, just a lil' grasshopper You a bitch and a half, heard you rattin' on your partners Straight drop, no pint, I ain't playin' with thе dope I'll frontpage a nigga, can't take me for a ho I'm goin' in off a 10, she can't take it no more Twenty bands backend what they pay me for the show I'm racked up off of rap, graduated from a dope dealer I'm still a pimpin'-ass, trappin'-ass, certified coke dealer I got a switch on the Glock, see an opp, I'll blow You can't compare me and Weirdo to these rappers 'cause we more realer [Chorus: Peso Peso] Ayy, we've been thumbin' through them racks lately Whole lot of fast cars like a nigga drag racin' After we fuck she gotta go, I got a cab waitin' I'm sauced up head to toe, I had to marinate it Big diamonds, big money, big everything A nigga reachin' for my jewelry, I'ma let it ring I give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain I wake up and chase racks, I can't sit and wait [Verse 2: LIl Weirdo] Ayy And I just bumped her for his foot, I'm in her skirt (I'm in her skirt) Pull off burnin' rubber, ask Ski Skrt (Ask Ski Skrt) And I just hit his main bitch, I know he hurt (I know he hurt) My PO say I can't smoke, I'm off a bar (I'm off them things) It's like work, the trap boomin' on the first (On the first) Big bag, I hit Neimans for a splurge (Them big bags) Big medals around my neck like I'm Kirk (Like I'm Kirk) Hit the wrong hood and we gon' leave him in the dirt (That boy [?]) Designer jeans, but I still pop shots (Pop shots) Maybach greens like it's the [?] (Big bags) And he actin' like he in, but he not high (I'm not that guy) And let him drop his lo', I'm at his door like knock-knock Certified shooter, bitch, it's Stan (Bitch, it's Stan) Like let him slip, I'm on his ass (I'm on his ass) And I can't let a bad bitch pass Like what's up, lil' baby, and what's the @? (What's the info?) [Chorus: Peso Peso] Ayy, we've been thumbin' through them racks lately Whole lot of fast cars like a nigga drag racin' After we fuck she gotta go, I got a cab waitin' I'm sauced up head to toe, I had to marinate it Big diamonds, big money, big everything A nigga reachin' for my jewelry, I'ma let it ring I give an opp thirty shots, make him feel the pain I wake up and chase racks, I can't sit and wait