Musique Des Loups (feat. Yaco Peco Train) Video (MV)

It's Tony
The one and only
Yeah, look
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)
Yeah this the season, Kid Tony you know we eating
I'm soul searching like I'm dancing with some demons
I'm known to keep it on me, cause I'm known for squeezing
His BM in my DM asking for some semen
Yaco & Third Eye
Give praise to the high
We tight like bowties
Real talk that's no lie
How they gon' stop us
My hood behind us
Them niggas intimating, and they Photoshopping
Stop playing
I'm saying
Yaco the man
Get sunk
Quick Sand
Two guns
Two hands
She known to pop, lock, and drop it
I got to much money for wallet
You know I'm all about a profit
I roll it up now watch me light it
I'm known for rolling by lonely
But today it's Peco & Kid Tony
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)
Shake & Bake no Ricky Bobby
I got these bitches flocking
Once my niggas hit the lobby
But really I don't want em
I just pass em to my colleagues
Something like a give and go
From Lou Will to Allen Ivy - Son
I only want the checks
The other shit do not excite me
If it ain't about the money
Homie don't even invite out
I been making plays on the low
I might cash out on a boat
When it rain I'm trying to float
When we hit the titty show
We gon' ball out like some pros
Snowman with me in this bitch
Like bitch you already know
What it do
Sipping Hen and we smoking on that boof
Shawty working out her glutes
Yeah you know we be the truth
These niggas lying
They ain't living what they rapping in the booth
Pull up like I'm Tupac, keep that gat tucked in my boot
Just incase he f*ck around then I have to spill his juice
I don't really f*ck with niggas
I don't care about a truce
Got the game tied in a noose
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)
Back in the city with my people
Smoking fat blunts
Man that shit be extra lethal
He took a hit, I left that nigga dry heaving
I told my Wolves best believe this be our season (Look)