Lyrics:
into it
Huh lil' boy where your pape movement
Yeah my name got weight to it
It's Kso Mr. Pesos yeah the spanish fluent
Ain't nun' like the rest bro I
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
a look through my phone
She gone fuck up her day
Say "Lil shorty I aint cuffin' you"
She say "Thats Ok"
Now she figure we some' special
And Im part of her
7am I’m up n at it it’s bout to be a good one
Click my dm find my bm n check up on my lil one
I broke my old scale so now I sale em by the unit
I let
her dog home and I fucked her in the bed,
Called up Mr.Helm now we gettin bread
Aim down sights got 20/20 vision,
Shot to the head, I got all
am a starter
I'm the first one to the lean lil baby
Feel like Mr. Carter ugh
Girl you know I hate it when you pass by
I'm tryna run up with my gang
hit thug i got some papers
We got henny by the gallon that shit regulation
God woke us up this morning so we celebrated
I feel like teezy all a nigga do
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane meet Mr Folarin
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
to the telly to put dick up in her belly
Yeah she fucking on my mans but no I'm not jelly
Cuz I already passed it on, I already got it already
Mr. No I do not
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
to make em splash a lil wetter
I might take em to school they just some class clowns
Niggas thought I was funny well tell em laugh now
Putting all of them
An unlikely bond
— an encounter
The counterparts I’d like to describe
as followed:
A mind, sharpened by hatred,
Mrs. Morrison had told me ‘bout
that's yo daddy gun
This lil uzi finna pack a punch
Yo yes men gave you a big head bitch you Mr. Mackey
You not pistol packin
Stick to rapping
Matter fact
Play Drawn
By My Brother
Said I gotta be the one to make it out here with the music
Move my parents in a big house swear to God that I'ma do it
All
you do
Nah I ain't gone fucking with you
You fucking lil gatekeeper
I'm a steak eater
Cause up all on my tables a plate of beef
And you be fake
to respect this type of person
And you got to listen to that type of person
Fuck all of that shit (uhh)
I'm doing it the way I wanna do it
Look, I'm (Lil
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
then cuff ha, I'm the new Mr. Steal Yo Hoe
She get turned on by the sound of my voice and the tats I show
Don't you blink cause next thing you know she
She call me Mr. put it down
That's only when she put it up
Said she wanna' feel something
Baby I could hook it up
Baby giving straight jaw
Something
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
vibe, that's a cool lil night yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Hit her with the uhh, like yeah yeah
Be my misses officer, by the end
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