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Hardest Ese Eva

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Hardest Ese Eva - Peso Peso Lyrics








I just splashed up with a chopstick

I just whacked a nigga in the projects

And I'm strapped up with a Kel-Tec

You need fifty pounds, I can mail that

I sip drank, 'ion sell that

Free my niggas finna send them care pack

Fuck the bitch now ‘cause i ain't got patience

I done been to hell an I done shot Satan

You ain't 'bout that murder, nigga stop playin'

You ain't talkin' money, nigga what you sayin'?

You can call me Mr. Bloody Shirt Stain

And I ball hard like I'm kurt angle

Whole lotta ammunition when im on the road

They call my phone when they needa restore

I got Indoor and I got cheap blow

Choppa hold a 100 'ion need to reload

Straight up out the trenches nigga let's get it

Neck full of water like a Wet Willy

Nigga play me with me? He gon' be a victim

Imma clean the scene and leave no witness

Any hood I'm good everytime I come around

Don't make me splash up and come and run you down

In the Winter I'm drippin', Versace Lil nigga

Then I'm rockin' LV in the Summertime

In the Trap House, It's just me in the smoke

Give 'em a barrel, I'm watchin' on [?]

I was wit ya Bitch, Laws got behind me

So I had to put the Crack up in her cola

Hardest Ese Eva nigga

Your Bitch thought I had my leg up in her

Tote a K, bitch I Let you have it Nigga

In a Wraith, Crawlin' like a Caterpillar

And Julo just splashed up, in a Drop Top

Every trap i got, It's a Hot Spot

Junkies walkin' in, ain't no Knock Knock

I got Chopsticks, and I got Glocks

I got FNs, Don't get shot

I know you heard about the Drip God

Spent 100 Racks on his Wrist Watch

You play with the sauce and you get Blammed up

He got shot in his face when he ran up

You told the laws when you got jammed up

You not built like that, stop playing tough

I trap all day and leave with a check

In the Trap tryna find the keys to the 'Vette

I can't wait 'til they free the SP Mex

And I'm Ballin, Dripping, and I keep me a Tec

'Fore the Migos, I was in the Bando

And my youngings steppin' just like a dancefloor

With the choppa on me, Bitch I feel like Rambo

Mob Shit, like we Sopranos

I ain't trusting no bitch, these bitches not worth it

Fuck the Laws, cause those bitches always do me dirty

I'm ballin' too hard, nigga throw me a jersey

You get shot in yo head if you try to approach me

(AYYYEEEE)

I just splashed up and made a fast 10

Do a Drive-By in a Black Benz

And I just broke on a Mexican

And a White bitch and her Black friend

Everywhere I go, I get it in

Tryna make a hundred thousand times 10

In a Black Chevelle, With my man Miguel

My enemies don't even get a chance to yell



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