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[Tag 1: PE$O PETE & simflower]
PE$O, are you dumb?

[Tag 2: PE$O PETE, [?], & OmarCameUp]
Yeah, man, talk to 'em (Pew, pew)
Aye, you know you n*ggas listening to ya boy PE$O PETE, if you ain't f*ckin' with this sh*t, 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$O PETE, OmarCameUp, & Both]
Thirty thousand feet above, travel light to LA (Aye!)
Got a bag for my bag and a bag for my chain, aye (Bag for my chain)
I ain't even got a chain, I just really want a chain
f*ck the b*tches, f*ck the fame, all that sh*t is for the lames, yuh
I might creep up on yo' dame, she said "Hey", then gave me brain (Woo!)
Spit this heat, how I maintain, got some problems, can't contain (God damn!)
Might Cobain, do not be surprised if PE$O don't come back
I don't know, I might slit my f*ckin' 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 b*tch hate me got my di*k inside her throat (Aye, yuh)
How it goes, for the clout and all this money they will hold (Word, word, word)
[Tag 3: PE$O PETE & Emily]
f*ck PE$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, f*ck these hoes, f*ck 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 sh*t go (Yeo, yeo, this sh*t 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 sh*t, to the pros (Yuh, yah)
n*ggas really think they out here, tell that sh*t to the jury, man (Uh, nah)
Y'all n*ggas Pinhead Larry, y'all cannot f*ck 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 n*ggas fake, they wasn't f*ckin' wit' the kid before he got placements (Nah)
I'm out here waitin' for no man, b*tch, I am off to the races (Nah)
Got a bad little b*tch and she Asian, I put my [?] like all in her spine (Pew! Yuh)
Oh, that's your girl gettin' first place? I guess my di*k is the finish line, aye (Aye!)
[Outro: OmarCameUp]
Hoo, yuh, yeo, aye (Yeo, aye)
Shout-out PE$O, yuh (Word, word, word, aye)