lirik lagu pe$o jay x coryrackz – pe$o freestyle
[verse 1: pe$o jay]
you wanted the [?] and you not gon get handed it
heard that he trapped out the spot so we ran at it
pull out the 40 and n~ggas start panickin’
don’t move a muscle or imma start slammin’ it
where all that sh~t please don’t try no shenanigans
make that sh~t quick once we leave then we vanishin’
if you a problem we pull up and handle it
get you knocked off on my tony montana sh~t
in love with the money could never abandon it
my chanel bag got at least 30 bands in it
i’m presidential and you not a candidate
my phone be thumpin’ them policе steady jammin’ it
tell cory, “chill out, its gon’ get outta hand”
say you want smokе then i’m k!llin’ yo mans
she off the pill tryna go off a xan
you need a feature i’m takin’ yo fans
play with them sticks but i ain’t in a band
if this yo b~tch why she tryna get ran?
do what i want and you do what you can
no i won’t change imma stick to the plan
no competition don’t hear no complaints
boy you old news you should call it a day
you missed the boat, otherwords, you too late
yo feelings hurt, got you bent outta shape
pull up and vanish like casper the ghost
stuntin’ on n~ggas from head to my toes
i see them sinkin’, they can’t stay afloat
[?]
they came with a offer, ain’t takin’ my soul
pe$o the gang jus incase you ain’t know
we takin’ off, not too long til’ we roll
don’t gotta shoot cuase my youngins on go
[verse 2: coryrackz]
you ain’t no boss how the f~ck imma work with you?
i hit the scene, gucci mink and a purple suit
you left yo house with some muhf~ckin’ worker shoes
just popped a molly lets see what this perc’ll do
yo windows tinted, well we got some curtains too
you playin foul, cross the line we gon’ murda you
i coulda went for yo kin, but we merciful
b~tch~ass n~gga this sh~t can get personal
pop me a cap jus to see what it feel like
i took too much now a n~gga don’t feel right
your wife won’t let me come over her crib, right?
buss that b~tch down every night, and she still tight
i never switched on my bro that’s the [?]
put this on god, on the stand imma still lie
bro do the drugs and i guess that it’s drill time
lay that boy down, take his watch, tryna k!ll time
yeah b~tch i stay in the lab like i’m bill nye
smokin’ yo homie you know this some k!ll, right?
i smoke that 3 boy at 6:00, and i’m still high
need me a belt, too much racks in these jeans
i’m up, everybody want racks on they team
it was me, jesse, dre all alone in them streets
tryna take us a bike and some sh~t that we need
need me a geek but a freak in the sheets
fat~ass blunt mix some weed with some keef
i dare a n~gga get even with me
look that boy in his eyes put some heat in between
hop in that car buck out right on yo street
shoot every n~gga you can with yo heat
reload the clip, c~ck it back, and repeat
take all they breath if yo ass wanna breathe
gang
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