[Ohgeesy & Peso Peso] Ayy, drip, get the drip, yeah, I swag Peso, he finna get that bag
G-Star jeans, nigga, while I sag Bimmer whip, and I´m finna do the dash Sellin´ pills and you know I sell that hash If I want it, then she finna sell that ass Smoke dope, bitch, yeah, I get a bag I drive Bimmer whips, I don´t drive no Jags I said I got good dick, she said, "Facts" Said I got good dick, she said, "Facts" Said I got good dick, that´s no cap Said I got good dick, that´s no cap Ho, you from the East Coast Dick her off a Perc´, nigga, I´m in beast mode All about the chips, nigga, like a Frito All about the chips like a Hot Cheeto Young fly nigga, and you know I´m Mexican Good dick, it´s gon´ make her want some sex again No phone calls, nigga, I won´t text again No phone calls, nigga, I won´t text again
I´m with Peso, nigga, we up in Texas then If you want that beef, your block get wet again Say you got some good pussy, finna sell it then Say you want some good pack, I´m finna mail it then (Splash, ayy)
[Peso Peso] And I´m splashin´ ´round with the tool out Nigga talkin´ reckless, I just block him, make him move out Take a trip to the Bay, then the pounds got flew out And I´m smashin´ in the ´Rari and I´m slidin´ with the roof off I got a Glock with a thirty and a carbine with a fifty The traphouse don´t close like I´m serving out a Dennys
And I´m slidin´ ´round town with thirty pounds in a Bentley With my neck and my mouth iced out, got me shivering Ayy, I´m Bathing Ape to my socks And if a nigga try to plot, I´ma put him in a box I be trappin´ out the spot, I ain´t punchin´ on no clocks I be breakin´ all these bitches, I ain´t lovin´ on no thot I be drippin´, I be splashin´, I got pints inside my cabin You be hatin´, you be salty, you ain´t never had no cabbage You a pussy, you a buster, you ain´t never been a savage In the trap ten toes, I got kilos in my mattress (Ayy)
And today was a good day Went to the trap late and I dodged a whole drug raid A hundred pounds in the kitchen, lil´ nigga, let´s get it My hitter itchin´ for a body, finna send him on a mission And I´m clutchin´ on a Glizzy if a nigga get to trippin´ Po-po slice a nigga up and put them racks in the ceiling That murder run through my blood ´cause my po-po was a killer Fendi poncho on my body ´cause it´s cold in the winter (Splash)
[Sauce Walka] New Maybach, thirty miles on it
Baby bottles in the backseat, but not a towel on it Spent 30K at the dentist just to smile on it Jacket from the Thornberrys, it´s fur from the wild on it Benz hit the grass like a tiger, it got a prowl on it Right arm got so much water, I put a towel on it The ref say I play too hard, he put a foul on me I take the tech´ and look at the crowd, this shit wild, homie I guess I´m the MVP Big endorsements, all the bitch niggas envy me I step back and hit the three, I look like KD I done opened Cookie smoke with me and Ohgeesy, P Sauce drippin´ on the floor like a honey rib I sat down for three and came home to a hundred still
Lot of niggas free this whole time and got nothin´ still Off of YouTube money, I could buy a hundred cribs Ooh-wee