Pounds > Pleas

pulled up smelling like a pound
hopped out, took a niggas main squeeze
on the fast track to the cash, nigga just stay in your lane please
all I do is make a motherfuckin' come up now these niggas wanna blame me
all i do is get my motherfuckin' check up, but i’m still the same me
(we cop P’s not pleas x8)
ain’t no nigga calling my shots
I’m Peyton I’m calling these plays boy
we got K’s boy
Better mean all the hating shit that you say boy
I can’t see these niggas Ray boy
I might be rave boy