Limbo lyrics

[Intro: PE$O PETE, oddwin, & bzargoodboy]
Ooh, okay
This sh*t so hard! (Ayo, oddwin!)
What?!

[Verse 1: CAMOGOD, PE$O PETE, & Both]
With my Glock, shoot my shot (With my Glock, shoot my shot)
I got drugs, I got rock (I got drugs, I got rock)
I got dope, don't get caught (I got dope, don't get caught)
Talkin' sh*t? You get shot (Talkin' sh*t? You get what?!)
She wan' f*ck, I want top (She wan' f*ck, she want what? I want top, I want—, aye!)
She want love, I want guap (She want love, I want guap)
I got bread, these hoes flock (I got bread, these hoes flock, woah, woah, woah)
You got cars? I got stocks (You got cars? I got stocks, b*tch)
f*ck on a blonde b*tch, bimbo (b*tch!)
b*tch, you a clown, Timbo (Timbo!)
Make her bend it over like limbo (Limbo!)
b*tch, I'mma crash, cymbal (Cymbal! Aye!)
She want me, no (No!)
She just want some clothes (b*tch!)
I want a new hoe (Hoe!)
Want me a new home (b*tch!)
I got bands (Bands!)
f*ck these hoes like Rance (Rance)
I be steady sippin' D'Ussé (What?!)
I don't care about what you say (b*tch!)
I might have to f*ck your boo bae (b*tch!)
You can ask me, "What the tool say?" ("What the tool say?!")
I be ridin' like I'm Yusei (Yah!)
You just mad 'cause you losing (b*tch! Yuh)
[Pre-Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
You must think I'm f*ckin' stupid
I ain't ever trust no b*tch, never love no b*tch, can't cuff no b*tch
I ain't even finna slide and f*ck no b*tch
My phone keep ringin', I'mma duck yo' b*tch
That's right, yo' b*tch, she bend it low (She bend it low)
sh*t was close, decimal, type sh*t make yo' b*tch go low
Type sh*t, never seen PE$O fold
Uh, heh, woah, oh, sh*t, maybe I just did
sh*t still hit like Vicodin
I'm too fried, but I might go in
Spit so hard, make a lion flinch
They be sayin', "PE$O, how to get it like this?"
I'mma go and power up right in the Benz

[Verse 3: CAMOGOD]
They be sayin', "CAMO, why you flex like this?"
10K cash for the bag I'm in
n*ggas think they hard, but chopper make 'em dance
So I make 'em do a dance 'fore I bash them in
It's, "f*ck what you heard", b*tch actin' absurd, b*tch
Me and PE$O on the beat make the words hit
I am advanced, you're an outdated version
If you pullin' up, then I'm pullin' out hearses
Glock on the block, b*tch, we ain't rehearsin'
I ain't a pus*y 'cause I ain't reversin'
Hopped on the beat and the boy start cursin'
Sip on the goop and the boy ain't workin'