blue pesos - house arrest (freestyle) lyrics
[verse]
i got two bbl b_tches jumpin’ on the bed
three hundred racks, no deal, enough said
i ain’t playin’ with a n_gga, a b_tch, or a kid
rami piece, that’s the price of your whip, b_tch
one phone call get you stripped for your kit
it’s funny how n_ggas fake tough for an image
i got a foreign in a foreign in a foreign tongue kissin’
i am not the one, i don’t wanna hear your secrets
b_tch, keep it to yourself
you took a deal, why did they just threw you on the shelf?
independent, gettin’ rich and more wealthy
on melrose, i got b_tches wantin’ selfies
snap that fl!ck, my diamonds look good
you are not a thug ’cause you fl!cked up in the hood
you say you touch money and never seen you with a dub
please name a time you seen p without a gun
never, we back to punchlines, usual jokes
and then, sue, you gon’ die, don’t sugar coat it
i’m off a four, i can’t feel one emotion
i’m on some new sh_t, y’all mad at that old sh_t
i ball hard, i eat the beef up for protein
young n_ggas rule the world, f_ck an og
i like hunduns and uchies and that’s it
unless we ’bout no old friends, i had to crop fl!cks
his brains on the wall, that’s a headshot
he got the trap hot, n_gga, that’s a spot burner
i just hit the jackpot, she brought twenty racks back
first time my mama seen my gun, she had a heart attack
i just threw a hollow in the field, i’m a quarterback
f_ckin’ all these rap n_ggas over, i need a harder task
my goon’ll take his wrist off his arm for a skydweller
i see you bought a piece tryna compete, but sh_t, mine better
back_to_back coupes, drag racin’ on the one_ten
[?], we in the rush for c_notes at kim juan’s
n_gga tried to pop that bullsh_t and got sent home
we on buck, my shooter hangin’ out the window
that’s twenty_eight shots, p_ssy n_gga better get low
bald head caillous, ben franks, and c_notes
she gon’ give it all to me ’cause i’m blue pesos
blow a n_gga block up with c4 and claymores
i’m feelin’ bnb vibes, call up ten wh0res
game over, i just threw a party with the scoreboard
bring me back fifty, i might put you in some dior
smoke with me, i’ll turn a n_gga to a newport
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