WYT (feat. Envy!)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Uh
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Before you get hit with that chrome
You already know what time I'm on
I'm moving real slow like the time is gone
If you can not find me better ask your hoe
I bet you don't know that she know
I bet you don't know that I'm up in her throat
She fucking with me cause I get what she want
And you don't
I only shoot once and it aim for your dome
I get that money alone
I go through my problems alone
Wasn't nobody hitting my phone
I tell her that I'm finna hit for the one time
And I'm gone
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Got a couple niggas that be in the trenches that don't care about no sentimental
With the red dot give him headshots knock his head off nigga lost his mental
Give a fuck what you want stop complaining, you sit on your ass nigga stop all the Faking
I'm dripping in water I leave his girl shaking, I'm stacking my bread i don't care if he Hating
Cause what he gonna do to me
Walk in this bitch with my toolie piece
Light that bitch up like I made a movie scene
Big ass glock that's big time foolery
Niggas is mad but that is not new to me (Why)
Cause I'm getting rich and you not
I'm on the tippity top
The Percy gone make my heart stop
Just look at the roll on my watch time
Moving too fast I don't need a stop sign
Don't got a bag but nigga respect mine
Try to run up we carrying tec nines
I hit em once, he wearing a vest now
Can't fuck with that girl she to basic
He dodging them bullets like he in the matrix
I know it was him boy it ain't no mistaking
Put a whole in his house hit the peddle I'm racing
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
Uh
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Before you get hit with that chrome
You already know what time I'm on
I'm moving real slow like the time is gone
If you can not find me better ask your hoe
I bet you don't know that she know
I bet you don't know that I'm up in her throat
She fucking with me cause I get what she want
And you don't
I only shoot once and it aim for your dome
I get that money alone
I go through my problems alone
Wasn't nobody hitting my phone
I tell her that I'm finna hit for the one time
And I'm gone
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Got a couple niggas that be in the trenches that don't care about no sentimental
With the red dot give him headshots knock his head off nigga lost his mental
Give a fuck what you want stop complaining, you sit on your ass nigga stop all the Faking
I'm dripping in water I leave his girl shaking, I'm stacking my bread i don't care if he Hating
Cause what he gonna do to me
Walk in this bitch with my toolie piece
Light that bitch up like I made a movie scene
Big ass glock that's big time foolery
Niggas is mad but that is not new to me (Why)
Cause I'm getting rich and you not
I'm on the tippity top
The Percy gone make my heart stop
Just look at the roll on my watch time
Moving too fast I don't need a stop sign
Don't got a bag but nigga respect mine
Try to run up we carrying tec nines
I hit em once, he wearing a vest now
Can't fuck with that girl she to basic
He dodging them bullets like he in the matrix
I know it was him boy it ain't no mistaking
Put a whole in his house hit the peddle I'm racing
They call me Peso cause I get that guap, I'm getting rich and you not
Kick down your door, you would think we the swat
Give to me all that you got
Ysl cologne
I'm fucking your bitch, she can not come home
I know it's not right that I'm doing her wrong
When you talking to me, better watch your tone
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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