Enchilada - Peso Peso

Glizzy, what you cookin' up?

Aye, drip, splash

Ouu, TSF Mexico shit

Yeah, drip, ouu

Wack a nigga, then, I’m screeching off in a Rolls Royce

I tried to let the nigga make it, but that nigga tripping, so he gave me no

choice

R.I.P to Maranda, nigga, and Rest In Peace to my bro Royce

Out of everybody, man, I can’t believe my nigga lost his life to a white boy

Keep a Smith and Wesson

And the way a nigga flexing, you would think I’m on steroids

I don’t give a fuck, I’ll still beat a nigga up while I’m fucking barefoot

Got too many bitches and too many Choppas

Got Mexican bitches making Enchilada

My niggas wacking shit like we from Al Qaeda

Beefing with me, no, you don’t wanna try it

Just imagine, going out to eat with your bitch, then you get hit by a sniper

Fuck 6ix9ine, he can die on Rikers

I’m drippin' and splashin' in La Michoacana in a Catana

I’m in Dolce Gabbana, I’m drippin' head to toe

Beefing with us, nigga, we won’t let it go

See a opp in public, ain’t no questions, let it blow

I’m in the trap and I’m slangin' elbow

Think I’m finna let you live for free, while, you making money living with me?

Hell nah

Made a quarter million trappin' at the Chef store

Good gas, going for the ello

I’m on the block, I got Glocks and Berettas

Gucci on me and they came with some feathers

I wrecked the Masi' finna buy me a Tesla

You got a warrant, better work 'til they catch you

Tell that bitch to quit playing, it’s time to go eat

You got a fat ass and you working at Denny’s?

It’s time to start dancing, it’s time to start stripping

We running the racks up to the ceiling

And if anybody do you wrong, just call up my phone, and I’ma scoot up with a

Glizzy

We smoked out in the Maybach, Laws pulled me over, put the zip in the titty

Remember I was twelve, Pops went to jail, now I’m riding cashed down

Julo went in his room and found a arm, went to the hood, and sold his crack

house

Eleven years old, lil Julo really sold some dope to bail my Dad out

And meanwhile, I was gangbangin', I was robbing, really tryna crash out

Peso Peso, I got bands on me, nigga

You gon' die if you put your hands on me, nigga

And really, I ain’t never heard of these niggas

But I don’t give a fuck, I’ma murder these niggas

He ain’t no shooter, he don’t got no Ruger, just flexing his partna gun in his

pictures

I fuck on your bitch and I fuck on your sister

Kicked that bitch out my foreign 'cause she smoking Swishers

I promise you don’t wanna go in a blender

I’m rocking Versace boots in the Winter

Tryna walk in my trap, gotta pay just to enter

I was in the hood serving hard and crystal