Petro

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Ay Les, don't tell me to make another one
Like I won't go make another one Nigga

50's and Hundreds
We gone go get the money

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Watch

Uh
Who got the snaps on the Petro
Up now, we used to jack at the Metro
Uptown, Northwest, we got the best smoke
Young niggas grinding?
Fuck it then, Let's go

Say you got pressure, that shit ain't no West coast
Chasing that bread, bout to pick up the next loaf
Went on my own, make a turn at the next road
She in the DM keep sending me XOXO

She wan't the D, I'm like heck no
I'm on the move, got to boogie like Techno
My green is insured like the Gecko
Been through the storm, we ain't going in depth though

Told my young nigga cool it, I'm thinking he listening
But all he want to do is go step though
I pop out if it's lit
In some shit that my good homie stitched
We like fuck that lil' dress code

I think I'm back on my shit
That's a problem for you, who keep claiming he next though
You need all them chains on your neck though
Me, I walk in like I guess so

Ain't got to like me but you gone respect though
Za got me coughing like I got a chest cold
Niggas be clicking up, Oh, Now that's bro?
They must've met at a fuck nigga Expo
Stop what you doing

Who got the snaps on the Petro
Up now, we used to jack at the Metro
Uptown, Northwest, we got the best smoke
Young niggas grinding?
Fuck it then, Let's go

Say you got pressure, that shit ain't no West coast
Chasing that bread, bout to pick up the next loaf
Went on my own, make a turn at the next road
She in the DM keep sending me, sending me

50's and Hundreds
We gone go get the money



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Writer(s): B. Williams
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