Rant by Enzo Pe$o Lyrics
Verse 1
Chop chop, getting me my guap
Getting higher ever closer to the top
Young niggas pulling up at hot spots
Light it up they gon make them shits pop
Drop tops pulling off in drop tops
Feeling good bitches lifting they tops
Get some action got my hands under the bra
When I’m done I’m pulling off in that car
Poking condoms wanna put me in a spot
I wanna drink someone get me some scotch
Not on the rocks, I’m cozy up in my crocs
Running licks in the bando dodging them cops
Bad omen in the picture gets cropped
Don’t be a bitch unless you wanna get popped
Look at my rings and all the new shit I copped
Getting better my old shit I just topped
Verse 2
Glory glory , holy holy, smoking potent stogies
Corny homies want my money but them bitches owe me
Going flowing spitting flows that make everyone know me
Funny homies think we cool because I’m getting proceeds
Fucking calling telling me that they have always known me
But the thing is I don’t know how you gon fucking know me
You see a young nigga shining like I am Khalid’s Homie
And you all up in my space trynna get some glory
Switching up my lanes young nigga looking like Tory
Young nigga still recording
Going to the studio when I hear music calling
Working on that flow it can't be executed poorly
Rolling with my niggas and we moving so low-key
I'm in it for the glory
Perfecting my lines until they holy
Until that time comes catch me in the lab solely
Reaching new pinnacles
I'm setting it brodie
"I ain't done yet though"
Verse 3
All in all I'm still in awe of what is going on
Writing raps, plenty songs all of them is raw
Nigga salty, get a check up, high cholesterol
Feeling blessed kinda like that nigga Big Sean
Legendary status that is what I'm going for
Heading up but it's like my elevator stalled
Chilling in my living room just waiting for my call
Waiting for my big break so hit my line up
Having dreams everyday of getting to the throne
These dreams are just dreams I gotta stay woke
Spitting fire but my heart is ice yup it is cold
Alchemistic rhythm cuz I turn my tracks to hold
Everything is kosher but a nigga isn't Jewish
Finna go ham on your ass if I fucking wish it
I don't have no time to think of killing or of hitlists
All I think about is getting my songs on that Bill list
Chop chop, getting me my guap
Getting higher ever closer to the top
Young niggas pulling up at hot spots
Light it up they gon make them shits pop
Drop tops pulling off in drop tops
Feeling good bitches lifting they tops
Get some action got my hands under the bra
When I’m done I’m pulling off in that car
Poking condoms wanna put me in a spot
I wanna drink someone get me some scotch
Not on the rocks, I’m cozy up in my crocs
Running licks in the bando dodging them cops
Bad omen in the picture gets cropped
Don’t be a bitch unless you wanna get popped
Look at my rings and all the new shit I copped
Getting better my old shit I just topped
Verse 2
Glory glory , holy holy, smoking potent stogies
Corny homies want my money but them bitches owe me
Going flowing spitting flows that make everyone know me
Funny homies think we cool because I’m getting proceeds
Fucking calling telling me that they have always known me
But the thing is I don’t know how you gon fucking know me
You see a young nigga shining like I am Khalid’s Homie
And you all up in my space trynna get some glory
Switching up my lanes young nigga looking like Tory
Young nigga still recording
Going to the studio when I hear music calling
Working on that flow it can't be executed poorly
Rolling with my niggas and we moving so low-key
I'm in it for the glory
Perfecting my lines until they holy
Until that time comes catch me in the lab solely
Reaching new pinnacles
I'm setting it brodie
"I ain't done yet though"
Verse 3
All in all I'm still in awe of what is going on
Writing raps, plenty songs all of them is raw
Nigga salty, get a check up, high cholesterol
Feeling blessed kinda like that nigga Big Sean
Legendary status that is what I'm going for
Heading up but it's like my elevator stalled
Chilling in my living room just waiting for my call
Waiting for my big break so hit my line up
Having dreams everyday of getting to the throne
These dreams are just dreams I gotta stay woke
Spitting fire but my heart is ice yup it is cold
Alchemistic rhythm cuz I turn my tracks to hold
Everything is kosher but a nigga isn't Jewish
Finna go ham on your ass if I fucking wish it
I don't have no time to think of killing or of hitlists
All I think about is getting my songs on that Bill list