Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Yeah, nigga Niggas know Come and take a walk with me Good lookin', Zay (Coronado on the beat) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Come and walk with me Fullies knockin' down bullies, know he walk different He tryna run up on the chop, is he on somethin'? They like, "P, calm it down, you know it's kids watchin'" Niggas, they don't want problems [Chorus: Blue Pesos] All my niggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms Nigga Grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him Any greasy thoughts 'bout our chains, we gon' dome shot him Too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if I need uchies Mei Ling just bought a new beam and a Glock for me Take his head off and hit the dash, I hear the cops comin' I don't wanna do you like Ricky, nigga, stop runnin' [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Smackdown, you got your chest out, taste these mac [?] I'll Johnny Cage kick this nigga head, he get to loud mouthin' Put a muzzle on 'em, niggas talk too much, we finna dog walk 'em Chalk zone him, get the car warm and hit the 1-10 Stripped for a pole dancer Gunsmoke flowin' out the K, you know it cause cancer Sack size, get the big MACs and the long stretcher Nigga Big drums for slick words, he's a news header Stincs the trendsetters, you look good, that make you feel better? Steppin' with a message, big weapons, I'm a true menace P a shit talker, talkin' crazy, bitch, I'm arrogant The opp is no longer, ain't no sorries, that's the end of it Doin' niggas dirty, I'm a sinner, I don't got feelings Street sweeper, monkey nuts with it, ain't no stock, ain't it? Cryin' like a bitch when we shot him and we mock victims Hall-of-fame stats, spinnin' blocks with this four nickel [Verse 3: Duffy] You niggas make this shit look hard, this shit is so simple Nigga tryna pull up on the Stincs, bring a rope with you Broke pieces shinin', shots fired, now his phone missin' I just smoked a nigga in my Christians, we some known sinners Tryna smack another goofy, who gon' volunteer? Passin' niggas up, shit, it's tough, it's only been a year Had to get my point across, now the air is clear Police-ass nigga asking questions, bro, we out of here I don't trust these rapper-ass niggas, don't be askin' weird One wrong move, chop singin' like it's Britney Spears Broke niggas, tell me 'bout it Don't speak on the Team, I ain't never heard your name, you ain't never active Street niggas came from dough knockin', we just good at rappin' [?] out an SUV, that's perfect for target practice I heard that nigga tryna pop it, that's gon' come with problems Double D's on the chop, I came in here with Dame Dolla If it's beef, we gon' turn it to a chimichanga New money, new bitches, still the same drama Money come first, my bitch know that she my second option Dough getters, bitch, we came up from the low bottoms [Chorus: Blue Pesos] All my niggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms Bitch, nigga (Ayy) Grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him Any greasy thoughts 'bout our chains, we gon' dome shot him Too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if I need uchies Mei Ling just bought a new beam and a Glock for me Take his head off and hit the dash, I hear the cops comin' I don't wanna do you like Ricky, nigga, stop runnin' [Outro: Duffy] Mei Ling just bought a new Glock and a beam for me That nigga dumb than a bitch, ayy, look Good lookin' out, though Sue Yung Both of y'all, I think she was with her sister, on gang What he say? Ayy, let me see that bitch Yeah Yeah