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[Intro: [?]]
[?]

[Producer Tag: Enrgy Beats]
E-E-E-Enrgy made this one!

[Tag: PE$O PETE & [?]]
SHINY PACK! (*Shiny Pokémon Sparkle*)

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Broke a whole damn b*tch back, she need chiropractor
She asked why I keep them in the pus*y, "This the money habits"
I gotta kill his clip before it fire 'cause they money addicts
Sippin' muddy, I feel like I'm poop, boy, this money slappin'
Yeah, I'm out of [?]
Saw him smokin' Swishers at the party, had to close the door
Yo' b*tch left you, boy, that's sad, but she needin' more
Goofy ass jit lost his job, now his b*tch a whore

[Verse 2: bzargoodboy]
Goofy ass jit got his Supreme from a Marshall store
It cross you on the past, then he died, whatchu talkin' for?
We just smoked the whole damn pound, but I'm sparkin' more
n*ggas sippin' cut ass cut, got 'em fartin' morе
n*ggas really f*cked up in the crib, now I'm so bad
I know his b*tch wanna f*ck, man, you so mad
Last timе I drive for my fans, I made 'em so glad
Last time we drived for his weight, damn, so sad
2-0-0 for the features, that's what's listed
Henny make the pus*y taste better when I lick it
Girl, this ain't the soccer team, you can't kick it
This bud ain't free around here, you can't nip it
[Verse 3: PE$O PETE]
Dropped a rack on a pint, b*tch, I'm movin' different
b*tch, we some dogs, if you askin' why we tula fitted
If I get locked up, I hit the stand and you hearin' crickets
Yo' big homie hit the f*ckin' stands, how you [?] spittin'
You must think I'm f*ckin' stupid if I'm doin' writtens
Beatin' up the pack, it disappear, like when Kuma hit it
Demon up in my b*tch, I hit her rear, then I'm scuba in it
You ain't in the field, that sh*t crop, you a Google image
Nah, this sh*t is gettin' heavy
Tesla too quiet when it start, b*tch, this ain't a Chevy
You just hit the plug for a nic', now yo' ass is deady
Winchester rifle in the six, I like Kenny Chesney

[Verse 4: bzargoodboy]
I feel like Jughead Jones, the way I'm f*ckin' Betty
When you ain't wearin' Levi's, you wearin' f*ckin' [?]
Twenty-one years in Michigan, boy, I'm a f*ckin' Yeti
All my n*ggas hate [?], she too f*ckin' petty
Yeah, what a damn snake
I just whipped the pistol out on dog and made his hand shake
Hellcat drift when I slide with the handbrake
Told that b*tch to come over now, this a mandate
Aye, that's a f*ckin' order
You smoke T-N-T poppers, we smokin' f*ckin' mortars
You put it on, it's like [?] like we won't make it shutter
n*ggas wanna talk online until we get 'em tortured
You roll up li'l kazoos, we roll wit' quarters
I die wit' it, I ain't stealin' sh*t to a recorder
I'm with the fiora soldiers, we movin' forward
It's a god damn pig, not an enforcer
It's a love triangle with me, the fame, and the pros
I just lit a [?], boy, I ain't wastin' nic', I'm blowin' O's
I been solo dolo, I ain't spend a nickel on these hoes
I'm Flint raised, from the concrete, grew a rose
From the music sh*t to the clothes
I been countin' up since ain't nobody else to oppose
I been livin' fast, but I ain't dyin' and I won't go
I been runnin' tables every damn night, I won't fold
[Outro: bzargoodboy]
Hahaha, b*tch