PESO

[Intro]

Why so serious? (Yeah, boop-boop-boop)

Gang, talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Frrat, boop-boop-boop)

Let me talk, you see what I'm sayin'?

(Frrat, boop-boop-boop) Huh

[Verse]

I'm in the trap with this bitch countin' pesos

This bitch got a tat on her ass, dirty K (Frrat, frrat)

My name's lil' B-Whoa, get put up for cee-lo

Just pull the Drac' out, aim that bitch to your face (B-Whoa do it)

Micro on me, it ain't from Crystal Lake

I'm finna get this bust down straight from Johnny Dang (Frrat, frrat)

Vamp out the roof with that Glock, he don't never aim (Frrat)

Don't bring no G19 up, that's the devil name (Big Glokk)

Pop shit just like that Bat (Like that Bat nigga)

Chop-chopstick, jump on that bed (Bah, bah)

Life is a gamble, get run for these craps (Vamp life)

Cooler, he pull out the stick in the flat (Frrat, frrat)

Bandgang, but it's fifty-round drum in the MAC (MAC)

He was plottin', man, that nigga chopped down, swear he sad

Say my shooter just got in, but it's still all MACs (Vamp life)

Nigga come straight out thе top, just facts (Frr)

Huh, I don't like to get touched by a gnat (Gеt the fuck back)

Hella thugs in the house, I let the mob in the flat (Bah, bitch)

Get drowned in that water, got the drum in the Scat (Scat Pack)

I snuck in the club with your gun in my hat (Hood)

And the nigga got caught in that crossfire trap (Trap)

Puttin' diamonds on the stick and they glowin' my set (Bitch)

Ain't no duck-duck-goose, but these niggas head-tapped (Huh)

How you let your best man shooter get smacked? (Fuck)

Me and my gang in the cul-de-sac

Bro get to whippin' shit up, they get overlapped (Down in the cul-de-sac)

I got this chop, where your motion at?

Nigga run up, boy, this chop, it gon' blow him back (Fuck him up)

Them boys on defense like cornerback

I pop out, that boy gon' go catch him a hat (Defense like cornerback)

I don't give a fuck 'bout the bat last

They say somethin' 'bout me, I know I'm a badass (Whole lot of shit)

They said your bitch got a fat ass, walk off with your mad ass (Frr)

They picked up the trap, man, this bitch got your sad ass (Pick up the trap)

Them boys got the glizzy on them and they did that (Glizzy, glizzy)

Capo say hit your block up, I'ma finna tell that

Break in your ride, give a fuck if you valet

We hopped out of the box, tryna show him metallic

I fucked a White and Black bitch, man, they mixed (Icy)

Promethazine, pour the top by myself (That drank, drank)

Chopstick hit, Babe Ruth, my chopstick knock out a tooth

I hit up a fuck nigga block and they poof

I hit up a fuck nigga spot and got proof (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I feel like 2Pac with two Glocks, I got juice

You think this a game? You get turned to some food (Turned to some food)

I stomp that boy out, then I pull on my boot (I stomp that boy out)

This Draco be singin' just like Charlie Puth (Draco be singin')

I told the bitch, "Open mouth" (Top)

Told the lil' bitch, "Eat me down" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Caught that boy, it GG now (GGs)

Drop that boy off, lost and found (Drop that boy off)

T'd up, boy, ready for play (Ready for play)

Beat up that bitch, take her crown (Frrat)

Hundred-round drum on the mouth (Hundred-round drum)

Chopper on him, how it sound? (Chopper on him)

Young nigga play with them triggers (Play with them triggers)

I'm finna shoot up your town (Frrat, frrat)

Blood everywhere, told them, "Pick that boy up, it's enough in my cup"

Niggas all in my blunt

Nigga, fuck with them racks and I pull up and stunt

Free JuGlizz, he locked, level five in the joint (Level five, locked down)

Yes, I'm gon' die 'bout them Vamp, what's your point? (Point)

Young nigga locked up, I'm still smokin' doink (Young nigga)

Say somethin' about B-Whoa, we gon' get that boy (Get 'em)

Fifty-drum round, this a drum party

[Outro]

The familiar stance and swing that once made him the most fearsome slugger of them all

Yankee Stadium celebrates its birthday with one more salute to American baseball's greatest guy, Babe Ruth