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[Intro]
Peso Peso

[Chorus]
Yeah, fresh outta jail, I made 100k
Told my runner, "I need my money, nigga, andele"
Your trap slow, you be breaking down a ounce a day
My trap rolls, I could sell 100 pounds today
I'm in the spot, got the Glock in my Amiris
I'm really active, nigga, you can ask Siri
You gon' respect me, give a f..ck if you fear me
And everytime I go to jail, I know them hating niggas cheering

[Verse 1]
That nigga told on his gang, they still hanging with him
I still rock, and flipping 50's, I was banging with him
I still rock with C Ray, I was dealing for him
I still rock with Ray Charles, I'll kill you for him
Niggas say they from my hood, never knew you niggas
Jose'll break a nigga jaw, man, he too official
Keep some active gang members in the cut, thеy be shooting niggas
A nigga spin on this block, he gon' die, don't bе stupid, nigga
I was selling hard in the Jets with a 'Tec
Just bring something to the table if you repping the set
It some people I can't name 'cause they gon' hear what I said
But if you got active for me, I'm forever in debt, nigga
[Chorus]
Yeah, fresh outta jail, I made 100k
Told my runner, "I need my money, nigga, andele"
Your trap slow, you be breaking down a ounce a day
My trap rolls, I could sell 100 pounds today
I'm in the spot, got the Glock in my Amiris
I'm really active, nigga, you can ask Siri
You gon' respect me, give a f..ck if you fear me
And everytime I go to jail, I know them hating niggas cheering

[Verse 2]
Police trippin', like a dog, they put me back on the leash
I dropped 50 on my lawyer, now I'm back on the streets
Man, I remember me and Julo taking baths with the bleach
My nigga Stacks keep and strap and he be clapping for me
I go 1,000 miles an hour 'cause I ain't want for nun
'Cause I remember I was broke, I use to lay on the rug
I use to get on my knees, I pray for a plug
I got some Crip niggas with me, they don't play 'bout the Bloods
My money long than I bitch, but I'm not changing for nun
I cut some f..ck niggas off, they can say what they want
You threw my name in the mud and then you wonder why we fell out?
Still reminisce when I had it jumping at Shentell house

[Chorus]
Yeah, fresh outta jail, I made 100k
Told my runner, "I need my money, nigga, andele"
Your trap slow, you be breaking down a ounce a day
My trap rolls, I could sell 100 pounds today
I'm in the spot, got the Glock in my Amiris
I'm really active, nigga, you can ask Siri
You gon' respect me, give a f..ck if you fear me
And everytime I go to jail, I know them hating niggas cheering


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