Peso

DJ $crim with that 808 Mother fucker pass the buck Or should I say bucks? I could give a fuck about ifs, ands, or buts You still getting cut because this is a team and you not with us We summing up funds We funding our sums To you this is work, to me this fun Atilla the Hun Dread what we become We chewing up CEOs and spitting out bums We never stuck in a rut Norman Atomic is pissing that mud Riding clean in the muck Diamonds gleaming in my semen Get the meaning? Now she screaming "Put your seed in my gut" I'm like: "Slut, you fucking nuts You best believe I'm about bust Get on your knees and please just suck" What? You got a problem with it? Well, I could give a fuck I'm finna pluck you like a flower petal Drop you back down to that bottom level My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping Pac and Biggie Give me the loot, give me the loot Or you can meet this semi Listening to Em while I'm smoking and I'm popping pilli's Switch it to Weezy sipping sleazy thinking about a milli This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up Chopped and screwed sipping juice fucking love that syrup Sick fuck, psycho goonies, no them meds won't cure us This New Orleans, killers lurking, maybe rob a tourist Lord forgive me if I'm slipping and them haters burn us I just don't know no other way, $crimmy always fucked up Yeah, yeah, yeah