Tray Savage - Peso lyrics

[Hook: Tray Savage] I count my peso, bad little b**h going when I say so Real n***a better lay low Have my young boy shooting at his front door b**h goin' with the team tho Bad b**h you ain't going what you mean tho Pull up in a foreign ho got it on me case a n***a want smoke [Verse 1: Tray Savage] Pull up in a foreign ho b**h goin' b**h goin' what you mean tho Hit his block with the Glock tucked little n***a, little n***a better lay low Just for that peso then lay a n***a down at his front door Little b**h what you mean tho ain't no movin' for that peso Smoke dope with the lean ho fall out but a n***a won't try me tho Brain dead who I came for When a little n***a yawn I'm at his front door Smoke dope with the lean ho fall out but a n***a won't try me tho Move sh** like Rambo little n***as do you really really hear me tho Smoke dope with the gun tho you don't really want it with ya life tho Call Bally cus he from the 4 tell 'em bring all that damn gun smoke Rip to them n***as tho alot of n***as switched for them pesos Free all my n***as tho doing time they scream that 24 [Hook: Tray Savage] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah n***as still broke Lil n***a hood rich in the field tho Stomp n***as in my steel toe, stendo to window you can feel those Mushrooms when they peel tho Flesh wound, chest wounds can't heal those Your b**h knows what its in fo I got the golden trail I'm like 10-4 Melision gang be the click tho, YMCN till I Rip tho Opp n***a s** dick slow We got shot but not in the whip doe Hot do your research, and those n***as know how we work I met a n***a dead on, she owns me Head on, you need to speak first Stop acting like a B-boy Snitch n***as lacking give him D-coys When a bad day its like re-toys You might die, I can't stop flee-roy Rolling up with the gray white We smoking on the east-side with G-boy n***a try me, thinking he Floyd Click pop a n***a like a ki-lowd BLLLLLAAAAAAAA!!!!! [Hook: Tray Savage]