Lyrics

[Intro] (Viper) (DooRagg straight slappin' shit) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] What's up with niggas? They ain't 'bout nothin' They just pump fakers, who bangers, clout chasers I need the Ben Franklins, otherwise, bitch, save it I sense the pressure in my rear, who gon' come face me? You still mad about that shit? Ain't y'all old ladies? These niggas actin' kinda janky like they off rabies You off the shit, sold the drugs, do you sniff Sharpies? Dark coupes back to back, we all carpoolin' Tried to hit me with the okey-doke, so foolish We brought cannons, bro, do you know we shoot movies? If I'm a bitch, come and show me, nigga, go and prove it Get the bag, paisa dance, I get so groovy Drac' poppin' out the cut with the dual Rugers Backdoor kickin', where the loot? Hand it all over Sorry, mama, Johnny had to go, he had a bright future If you ain't talkin' 'bout no uchies, you for sure lost me [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt "P, chill out, please", what do that mean? Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt "P, chill out, please", what do that mean? Shit It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt [Verse 2: Duffy] Chopsticks out, who want rump? I'm a black belt Stinc Team, niggas know the fam, nigga, TGF He ain't survive them couple shots? Shit, well Flexin' on 'em like I had some bodybuilder biceps Off the Mussle on these niggas' ass, fuckin' up the streets Got the mission done, then a black coupe fled the scene All them niggas heard was, "Gang and them", and, "Long live the Ruler" Shots rang, but I don't know nothin', I ain't talkin' to you Got a couple extra blowers, never know, just in case Terrorize the city like it's nothin' and we back at base Opps ain't safe, your best bet is movin' states I'm tryna shit on all these niggas, not take they place Gang faces on, don't y'all know the Stincs comin'? Left his hood smellin' like gunpowder and burnt rubber Tear it off, bitch, I ain't readin' love letters You want your black belt from sensei, then drop somethin', nigga [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt "P, chill out, please", what do that mean? Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt "P, chill out, please", what do that mean? Shit It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt