Peso Peso – 3 Traps Lyrics
Artist: Peso Peso
Song: 3 Traps
I got three traps
Danny, i see you!
Aye
Finna-finna jump right out that car with 223’s, i’m finna spin a n#gg#
I’m conversating with the plug for any drugs, i don’t do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a masi’, serving n#gg#s crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon’ face ’em with a small pistol
The-these n#gg#s do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I’m on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty tec
I seen a opp, i made his bet, i had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it’s at least a dub, i swear that it ain’t nothing less
We slide in bulletproof e’ lacs, you know these m#th*rf#ck*rs long body
I put on chrome heart with the givenchy
I put attachment on back of the glizzy
You ain’t got a body, you a nobody
I got three traps, i got three phones
I got a plug i ain’t never seen but he put me on
Might f#ck ’round go amiri jeans, rollie two-tone
I go to texas, f#ck with peso, feel like i’m at home
I’m having bags on file, just place your order, i’ll bring ’em to yo home
I got a b#tch i call mercedes, but, she don’t do nothing but give me dome
n#gg# f#ck yo opps, i’m sliding with peso, whether he right or wrong
My n#gg# gon’ walk sh#t down for free
What? i don’t show no love with crumbs
How the f#ck you get smacked by the feds? yo b#tch #ss already home
Finna-finna jump right out that car with 223’s, i’m finna spin a n#gg#
I’m conversating with the plug for any drugs, i don’t do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a masi’, serving n#gg#s crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon’ face ’em with a small pistol
The-these n#gg#s do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I’m on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty tec
I seen a opp, i made his bet, i had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it’s at least a dub, i swear that it ain’t nothing less
I’m strapped up when i slide the benz
Money pile, i’m diving in
I just walked in saks, spent a lil dub with just the fives and tens
I’m outside this n#gg# house that he been hiding in
Just send my b#tch straight to the west, to get the bowls, she finna flew ’em in
I been f#cking on b#tches way before i ever counted ten
Brand new lamborghini urus, forgiatos, mount ’em in
I been looking for my favorite opp, can’t find him, finna chalk his friend
Cartiers all on my face, lil n#gg# play, i knock ’em out my lens
These rappers acting like sylvester
I’m rich off drugs, yeah, me and hector, twin
Send my b#tch up on the road, got fentanyl in a tesla
Yeah, when i slide, make sure they die, stand over, hit ’em with some extra
My n#gg# swipe, he po’ that sh#t up out the pint, yeah, he don’t measure
Why-why-why his young crew bought me a new striker, i just switched the bin
If i fly a hoe out and don’t like her, she gon’ f#ck my twin
Been trapping out the spot for like six months, i gotta switch my pin
My jefe serving food, no taco, but the brick, come stamp the seal
Finna-finna jump right out that car with 223’s, i’m finna spin a n#gg#
I’m conversating with the plug for any drugs, i don’t do in the middle
Too much ice up on my body, in a masi’, serving n#gg#s crystal
Lil bro, he tryna hop out, he gon’ face ’em with a small pistol
The-these n#gg#s do not pose a threat
Chandeliers all on my neck
I’m on the highway with a .36, clutching on a dirty tec
I seen a opp, i made his bet, i had to give that boy some early rest
In my pocket, it’s at least a dub, i swear that it ain’t nothing less
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Release Year: 2019