Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] All my niggas beat this block down No [?] I'ma take his head now, nigga To really shot caller (Had to go and run it up like T) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I'm on demon time, I just left him stretched in his Palm Angels One-ten, speedin', poled up, drag racin' I don't trust them, 12 come around, he gon' freeze up Exotic guns, cream pop sodas and lean cups She got the fatty, turn around, I'm tryna see somethin' Somebody make some noise, please, 'cause I don't hear nothin' Who you gettin' loud with? We don't fear busters Tell the goons, "Beat the block down", I'm dictatin' All gas, no brakes, I see crash, watch me switch lanes Drac', be afraid, yes, I get this from my sensei Punk rock bitch, you gotta go, you's a renegade My neck roll bouncin', real diamonds, bitch, TGF Four crash dummies, suicide mission, stunt doubles You ain't met the boogeyman? Look, bitch, he in front of you (Shit) Oh, shit, who he with? That's the grim reaper Call Chiefin' and we out, vroom, hear the 'Ghini Designer guns, designer drip, that's the Stincmeaners She was gobblin' on them balls, that's your lil' baby? You finna stay the night? Why would you assume that? Like every day she wanna party, bro, why you choose that? Tomb Raider 2 chops, ayy, bae, hold this blammer Fans tryna take a flick with me, bae, hold the camera Don't let him act stupid, I for surely brought the fat daddy It's your bitch, why the fuck she tryna roll for? He caught the Holy Ghost, had to bounce out the Rolls on him This a block party, ain't it Friday? Double park the Rolls Sittin' on your ass, oh, you mad you don't got motion Too Greedy Fam, we got all the plugs and connections [Verse 2: Duffy] Bitch, we got all the ice and all the weapons Pippy and Shanaynay, ain't my bitch impressive? I can tell niggas really mad, broke, and stressin' Feat a nigga lit, he don't wanna test me I'm on the one-ten, I'm a dough hunter Tell them niggas send the drop to me, I'm for sure comin' Mud walkin' off this juice, I'm in slow motion Niggas make it sound good, but they ain't on nothin' Smoke with me, I'm a hood trophy, I'm a time bomb Finna blow up or we'll blow a nigga head off Watch your mouth, lil' nigga, this is boss talk I be troppin' with the generals, you just Crip walk She ain't had no money, so I spinned off Blicked up, hoodie on, pissed off, shit Back back, for everybody in here, have a bad night I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas, ain't no fake hype Pull up lookin' janky, I might take flight Sit him down, now he like a bitch height Cream soda when I'm mud walkin', we don't drink Sprite Mei Ling could be my main bitch for the night