Peso Peso Sauce Mafia Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: 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 p*ssy, finna sell it then
Say you want some good pack, I'm finna mail it then (Splash, ayy)

[Verse 2: 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 p*ssy, 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)

[Verse 3: 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
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