.556

Light a L, aye
Two step just when this record play
We used to cut on the fuckin' oven
Back in section eight

2015, QP for 650
That's pressure wait
Get it off in seven days
First offense, I catch a case

Bitch I'm in monyon mode
556 spit out that blick so fast
Bitch you can't run from those

We bag it wit a mask
Bitch this that thrax
And we ain't cuttin' dope

It don't make you gangsta
Cuz y'all post it
Y'all ain't uppin' poles
Y'all really a bunch of hoes

Aye, we clutchin' weaponry
Bullshit walk, that money talk
So we just let that chedda speak

Hawk him down, they chalk him out
When bronem let that 'Retta tweak
Now his lil bitch on my dick
Her head between my legs like pedigree

You suckin' dick
You betta be
You tuckin' blicks
Oh yes indeed

They will not get the best of me
I will not be no rest in peace
I'm bound to let my weapon speak

My name is G Peso
I get to the monyon
I blow on exotic
It reek like some Funyuns

My niggas they bout it
They wild, and go dumb dumb
Hop out on yo block
And them glizzy's go bumb bumb

Light a L, aye
Two step just when this record play
We used to cut on the fuckin' oven
Back in section eight

2015, QP for 650
That's pressure wait
Get it off in seven days
First offense, I catch a case

Bitch I'm in monyon mode
556 spit out that blick so fast
Bitch you can't run from those

We bag it wit a mask
Bitch this that thrax
And we ain't cuttin' dope

It don't make you gangsta
Cuz y'all post it
Y'all ain't uppin' poles
Y'all really a bunch of hoes

Chasin' them bankrolls
My people in poverty
Ain't worried bout stank hoes
I take care of Ma and Dee

Them foreigns gon race those
You gon see a hotter me
Put the blick to ya face hole
You thinkin' bout robbin' me

Caught the whip on the cam
So we change out the VIN
The blick ain't gon jam
Cuz we change out the pin

I ain't rollin' off Gin
I'm gone off the pasto
Work it come by the ton
Yea I swear it's colossal

Roll that gas I can't move
I be stiff like a fossil
On yo ass for the loot
Betta get gone like Roscoe

You know I'm muchacho
Don't play bout my nachos
I call up my Vatos
Knock the meat out yo taco

The glizzy gon flash
You see white, color blanco
You won't get a pass
Get rolled in a Fronto

My niggas come fast
Asap, talkin' pronto
You know they gon blast
So whatchu look shocked for

Light a L, aye
Two step just when this record play
We used to cut on the fuckin' oven
Back in section eight

2015, QP for 650
That's pressure wait
Get it off in seven days
First offense, I catch a case

Bitch I'm in monyon mode
556 spit out that blick so fast
Bitch you can't run from those

We bag it wit a mask
Bitch this that thrax
And we ain't cuttin' dope

It don't make you gangsta
Cuz y'all post it
Y'all ain't uppin' poles
Y'all really a bunch of hoes



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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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