2025 Music lyrics

[Verse 1: oddwin & bzargoodboy]
And I'm back in this b*tch and I'm f*ckin' up sh*t (Ayo, oddwin!)
Stackin' this money, I made it so quick, losin' my sight from the flick of the wrist
All of these n*ggas, they movin' too worried, they movin' like snakes, these n*ggas, they hiss
n*ggas, they mad, they really be p*ssed
b*tch, I get to that money, please keep up, all the bad hoes wanna freak us
Off of that eight, b*tch, I'm geeked up, shawty, she gave me a mean mug
Out of the way, I've been bidin' my time, all this trainin' done made me a creature
b*tch, I've been on the field, you in bleachers, if I hop on the song, you the feature
b*tch, I'm done with my trainin', I T'ed up, if I see you in public, I make renovations, they call the employees to clean up
Man, I'm smokin' too much and I'm smokin' this gas, I gotta go back for the re-up
I just been [?] to meet us
And we box 'em like [?] up, ain't no Little Mac, this is a AR
And I'm leavin' 'em dead where they are, I be off of the grid, off the radar
And we sendin' 'em straight to the ER, that n*gga stupid, I call him a—

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
Wait, call him a b*tch, but he mad, I'm like, "Look what he doin', bro", if it ain't money, then what is you move for?
I know some b*tches who [?], small Coach purse where the mutherf*ckin' gun go
Wait, what? Huh? He ain't got bank, he li'l bro
Same as his pockets, they little, baby, don't crack the door, I just need sh*t sealed
f*ckin' wit' gang? He get killed, for real, uh, all of my mind is [?]
Said, "Look at my—", all of my mind is [?], I said, "Look at my—", all of my mind is [?]
They like, "PE$O, one question", b*tch, I'm like, "What the f*ck is it?", they sayin', "Man, how you so raw?"
I'm like, "Damn, you ain't read One Piece, Mythical Fruit got the powers of God"
Me and oddwin winnin', now isn't that odd? 'Cause now that we winnin', they all on our [?]
You couldn't do this, better stick to your job, better stop all that sh*t-talkin', close up yo' jaw, uh
You can get [?], b*tch, I got bars like it's prison, no, b*tch, I got levels like it's Impel Down
He ain't even fall off, that b*tch fell down, I'm a big za smoker, that b*tch smell now
She like, "Wow", I'm like "b*tch, shut it down, that ain't yours, you ain't pitch in, so pipe down", simple
[Outro: PE$O PETE]
Haha, why it sound like—
Aye, hittin' my Diddy, uh, can't f*ckin' wit' me
Countin' them fifty, he gettin' cleaned, no Spiffy, we get 'em done in a jiffy