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On Fire - Peso Peso Lyrics


[Intro]

Oooo

Drip, splash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

TSF Mexico, Mexico, Mexico

Peso Peso, Peso Peso



(Oh my beats on fire)



[Verse]

My hitta sticked up, slidin around in a black Benz

In the trap house gettin packs in

I got shooters on the roof with MAC-10s

I just left the doctor and he told me that I have money all on my CAT scan

You're goddamn right I get a lot of racks in

Nigga play with my money them hittas gon hop out the black Benz

Whipped out with that carbon like who wanna play it

I just want money, I don't want sex

I slide with a Glock and I creep with a TEC

Hundred thousand on me while I sleep on a jet

Came from the bottom, I sleep with a chop

Nigga don't come correct then it's gon be a problem

I seen an opp in the hood, shot him

I ball like the Celtics, I might move to Boston

I'm drippin in Fendi, these niggas are friendly

I'm shootin the K till the clip is empty

Can't trust nobody these niggas thievin

If I feel like you playin, put two in your fitted

Every city that I go to I need real Percs and drank

I'm so high, I'm so fly, me and Guon recording in the air

Got a hundred thousand in the Louis bag

If he get too close, Imma shoot his ass

I got it out the mud, now I'm rich so I can't let nobody ruin that

Wasn't shit given to me, I had to earn it

I'm strapped up, I am not trynna touch em

I got twin Glocks, I don't need no mercy

I ball on niggas like I'm Russian

I just sold a brick in the back of the bag

These niggas more pussy than Cat in the Hat

In the trap sellin work with a strap in my lap

Try to reach for my chain I put two in your cap

They think that I'm Christian, I scoot up and bless them

Balenciaga drippin, these are not Sketchers

I'm cookin up work in the kitchen, just like a chemist, nigga just call me a professional

Lotta hoes on my phone, nigga, I got several

Kick the bitch out the spot cause she dry like a desert

Outside on your block with Glocks and chops and the car tailing me got TECs and Berettas

Run up a sack don't stop

Nigga, I ain't post no clock, come shop, we here

You can eat my dick if you niggas jealous

In the Maserati and I'm ridin careless

I got a shooter and he gonna shoot

I can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas losers

I just hit a little foreign bitch she from Cuba

Fuck a 8 I need a cougar

Lil bitch thought she had to pay me no money, lil hoe you got that misconstrued

I'm in the club with my FN and my best friend, don't make me lose it



[Outro]

Drip, drip, splash

Peso Peso, Peso Peso

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh my beats on fire

Drip

On Fire lyrics !!!