[Tag 1: PE$O PETE & simflower]
PE$O, are you dumb?
[Tag 2: PE$O PETE, [?], & OmarCameUp]
Yeah, man, talk to 'em (Pew, pew)
Aye, you know you niggas listening to ya boy PE$O PETE, if you ain't fuckin' with this shit, eat my— (Whoa, pipe up, yuh)
[Intro: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
Why it sound like—
Huh? Woah, hey (Yeo)
[Tag 3: PE$O PETE & [?]]
PE$O, what the fu—
[Verse 1: PE$O PETE, OmarCameUp, & Both]
Thirty thousand feet above, travel light to LA (Aye!)
Got a bag for my bag and a bag for my chain, aye (Bag for my chain)
I ain't even got a chain, I just really want a chain
Fuck the bitches, fuck the fame, all that shit is for the lames, yuh
I might creep up on yo' dame, she said "Hey", then gave me brain (Woo!)
Spit this heat, how I maintain, got some problems, can't contain (God damn!)
Might Cobain, do not be surprised if PE$O don't come back
I don't know, I might slit my fuckin' wrist if I don't blow
That's on foe, made some promises to people that I know
Cannot fold, just remember 'bout these days when I go gold
And do shows, same bitch hate me got my dick inside her throat (Aye, yuh)
How it goes, for the clout and all this money they will hold (Word, word, word)
[Tag 3: PE$O PETE & Emily]
Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O)
[Bridge: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
And they "Oh", tell my youngins, "Stay alert and on yo' toes"
Get yo' bag, fuck these hoes, fuck these hoes
Why it sound like— (Uh, aye)
Hey, okay, okay (You dig?)
[Refrain: PE$O PETE & OmarCameUp]
I was rollin' through Miami wit' the pack in my lap
I don't serve, I don't trap, I just roll, then I rap
I was rollin' through Miami wit' the pack in my lap (Aye, hey, aye, aye)
I don't serve, I don't trap, I just roll, then I rap (Hey, hey, yuh, aye)
[Verse 2: OmarCameUp & クラウド・ストライフ]
I just roll, this shit go (Yeo, yeo, this shit go)
'Lotta snakes, gotta stay on my toes (On my toes, *Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge*)
They gon' know, they gon' know (They gon' know, what? Yuh)
You's a rookie, leader shit, to the pros (Yuh, yah)
Niggas really think they out here, tell that shit to the jury, man (Uh, nah)
Y'all niggas Pinhead Larry, y'all cannot fuck wit' a Dirty Dan (Hell nah)
I am about my money, I will not stop at just thirty bands (Bills!)
And all I do is ball out, but I ain't gon' on a journey, fam (Yuh)
These niggas fake, they wasn't fuckin' wit' the kid before he got placements (Nah)
I'm out here waitin' for no man, bitch, I am off to the races (Nah)
Got a bad little bitch and she Asian, I put my [?] like all in her spine (Pew! Yuh)
Oh, that's your girl gettin' first place? I guess my dick is the finish line, aye (Aye!)
[Outro: OmarCameUp]
Hoo, yuh, yeo, aye (Yeo, aye)
Shout-out PE$O, yuh (Word, word, word, aye)
954 2 305 was written by OmarCameUp & PE$O PETE.
954 2 305 was produced by Fluss.