TSF Mexico

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[Intro] Glizzy, what you cookin' up? Ayy, drip, splash TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico, Mexico Ouu, yeah, yeah, yeah, drip, splash [Verse] I ball in the Galleria while I'm sticked up I'm fucking your baby mama, pick your kids up We running your trap, why you wearing a zip up? He thought it was [?], lil nigga it's a stick up I'm with Walk' toting Macs in a Bentley You getting get shot in your face just for acting too fishy Too much money, I can't wire that shit, so you know I had to rap in that city I can't hang with the niggas, these niggas is soft Nigga begged for a front, but can't get that shit off Nigga play with this shit, then it ain't nothing to some, my youngins to scoot with sticks at your house Finna hop out the Ghost, peek-a-boo Try to reach for chain, then I'm upping my heat on you And I'm bound to that booth seat, lil bitch, I ain't seeing you Ol' greedy ass nigga, hell nah, I can't eat with you I'm in your hood and I'm looking for grease Peso Peso, I got racks in my teeth Don't be mad at me 'cause you get paid once a week Keep a stick on my hip, bet' not run up on me Run off with your packs, lil nigga, come and get it I ride with the Drac' like my partna is Drizzy If we hear that you plotting, we washing your dishes The doctor told him that we shot at his kidney, doctor told him that he might not make It's 2019, selling crack like the 80's Laws tried to pull me over, but I evaded Shout out to Carl, he beat all my cases I trap in Balenci', these rappers are friendly You come to my hood, it's just trappin' and killin' Walk a nigga down while I'm laughin' and grinnin' I'm on your block selling packs with a Glizzy We shot at them niggas, but, they never shot back Trappin' out the mansion, treat that bitch like the projects All that smoke in the building, you gon' get a contract I got bitches, and killers, and jackers on contract Walk in my spot if you tryna get fixed up You don't know how to fight, lil nigga, pick your chin up I'm serving a pack, while I got a FN tucked I fuck on your bitch, now, she washing my Benz up Glock tucked in my Balmains I was up early taking ya'll stains I'm in all black like I'm Bruce Wayne And I'm balling on niggas like 2K Niggas talking reckless on the Internet, not doing nothing, that's a new wave Get a nigga wacked in a few days I was locked up taking niggas trays Nigga play with the gang, then, we spinnin' your section We wack your brother just to send you a message How the fuck you look up to a nigga that's telling? These nigas are hating, mad, and jealous [Outro] Ayy, drip, splash TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico, Mexico TSF Mexico, Mexico Drip!
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- Peso Peso