Nothing to See Here

[Producer Tag: OmarCameUp & EE]
Is this what you wanted?

[Verse 1: shofu & PE$O PETE]
I turned it around, I got my front to the back
Now my city is right where the numbers was at (Yeah)
Step in that jungle, you fucked, you a snack
We got lions and tigers and guns where we at (For real)
I need that gas in my blunt when I rap
Got my goons movin' keys like they under a mat (The goons!)
We on yo' block and you under attack
They don't know yo' location, you under the map (Heh)
Yeah, we down to go
All these shells like the Galápagos (Bow!)
Yo' bitch plottin' on me, you can't believe it, you'd be surprised how far a dollar go (Ooh)
Never changin', boy, I'm monotone (Yeah)
'Bout my bidness, nigga, me and you don't have no common goals (Nah!)
I got an extra shot up in the Calico and I'mma make it clap like it's a talent show (Bah-Bah-Bah-Bah-Bah-Bah-brr!)
I told her, "Adios" 'cause she is not worth it, I don't want her if she not perfect
Shots burstin', scream so much I bet that motherfucker finna stop workin' (Fah-Fah-Fah!)
Pants saggin', in your house, I got your water runnin' and your thot twerkin'
Gat packin', say your prayers, I am demon feared and I am god worshipped
Bark up a tree, bet you comin' up fruitless, run up, you ain't finna do shit (Yuh, ooh)
I got these guns and these knives in my toolkit
"Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop", then it's deuces, nigga
I turn your bitch to a nudist, nigga (Aye!)
Trust not a soul, fuck a Judas, nigga (Why it sound like—)
Don't give a fuck when I do this, nigga (Yuh)
You isn't that foolish (Nah)

[Pre-Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
I know you ain't that foolish, you stupid ass bitch
Man, they don't even know me, bruh
Come on (*Coughing*)
Yuh, why it sound like—
Aye, uh

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE, OmarCameUp, & クラウド・ストライフ]
Florida to Cali', I'm hoppin' through states
PE$O and shofu like Ratchet and Clank (PE$O and shofu like Ratchet and Clank)
They wanna hate 'cause I am what they ain't (Ugh)
PE$O Picasso, on canvas, I paint (Canvas?!)
Smokin' gelato, you smokin' on shake (Uh)
Keep with the cappin', you cannot relate (Nah)
Say that you love me, but showin' me hate
Let me tell you 'bout the things that they say (Uh)
Look what they did to me, they wan' belittle me, you not as lit as me, talk, I ignore it
Look at my enemies, look at my energy, I am the centerpiece, you not important (Aye!)
Bitches imported, liquor imported, weed is imported, got me in orbit (Yeah!)
Jumper, no Jordan, ball like I'm Corbin, I will not stop 'til my pockets enormous (Okay!)
Pockets on fat, aye, bitch in the back, aye
Stackin' my chips, yuh, stackin' my racks, aye
Omar, he came up, aye, we win the game, aye (*Cloud Strife's Full Limit Break Charge*)
I am so LMTLESS, huh? Look at my chain, aye

[Verse 3: shofu & PE$O PETE]
I am so handsome, aye, look at my dame, huh?
Me and my niggas don't fuck with you niggas, you niggas is lame
I got the pistol, I'm lettin' it bang
I got the scope and I'm takin' my aim
Me and you bitches is nothing the same
We Don't Fuck Around; the muhfuckin' gang
We Don't Fuck Around; the muhfuckin' name
Me and shofu been said, "Hop off the wave"
I don't even fuck wit' none of you lames
I don't even think that we are the same, get out my lane
Tesla, the outside is drippin' with paint (Oh, oh)
Inside is wood, so I'm grippin' on grain (Bitch, huh?)
I feel like nobody do it the same (Li'l bitch, huh?)
I feel like nobody been through the pain (Uh, aye!)
Out in Miami, was out in the rain (Aye!)
Meliodas, hit the stage and I rage
Writin' them bars and I'm turnin' the page (Ooh, yuh!)
Wavin' my wallet, young PE$O a sage (Ooh, yuh!)
Shoot yo' ass down, have my goons take the blame (Bow!)
That nigga died, it's so sad, what a shame (Yeah)
Cold-hearted nigga, got ice in my veins (Brr)
You niggas broke, you get minimum wage (Yuh)
Fuck you niggas
Send some bitches with some S-T-I's to go and fuck you niggas (Woah!)
Keep a lawyer and some sanitizer and a lie detector, I don't trust you niggas (I don't trust you niggas, yuh!)
Gats 'round me, packs 'round me, nigga, who you know that's fuckin' wit' us?
Make you pay attention like you doin' sit-ups, and we scarin' niggas like they got the hiccups (Like they got the hiccups like—, woah)

[Outro: PE$O PETE]
Man, all y'all some crusty, musty, dusty ass—, nah, they ain't ready for me, bro'
LMTLESS, yah