Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I get jiggy on the beat, catch me in the booth with two drums Knock-knock, bop-bop, we like who home? Niggas poppin' hooplah, pop out and shoot somethin' I need all the Caillous, pockets stuffed with blue hundreds Nah, we was friends 'til I shot at him Name a nigga fuckin' with me, what rapper? It's the cold demons, I'll leave a nigga cliffhangin' You ain't got that dough for me, you need to chill, baby It's the drumline, here go Nick Cannon Niggas tried to chip me, didn't matter, bitch, I'm still at it Spin the block tweakin' like a pill addict Mei Ling and Susie touchin' tongues, I had to chin strap 'em What's that bulgin' out the bag? That's like 20K Put cheese on his head likе he signed a deal with Green Bay In thе jungle, you could catch me with a mink sweater Stupid chop on me, he been held back three classes Pop out with the K, I'll turn LA to Iraq He tryna beat the bitch 'cause my number in her iPad Niggas rap good but, really, where your street cred'? Bullets start flyin' through the air, he better think fast, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad They won't never say it's smoke to my face But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad Shit Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad Shit You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad They won't never say it's smoke in my face But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad (Bitch, you know the truth) [Verse 2: Duffy] Shit, chill out, Brad Lame nigga, yeah, you better have your hall pass We be laughin', countin' chicken, niggas mad I ain't worried 'bout it, though, Pippy Long on my lap Pullin' foreigns back to back, got my strap in my mat Chain dance, diamonds lookin' like they divin', niggas splash We these rapper niggas' ass, why can't niggas face the facts? One sixty, hit the dash, mud spillin', I won't crash You niggas really down bad, yeah, it's sad but it's true I'm a nigga, you a nobody, bro, who asked you? Beefin' with the cold demons, be expectin' bad news It's a perfect slow jam for me to boogie down to Shit, niggas bums, niggas through Wrong move, might get blew up out his boots out the blue It ain't nothin' new, been had, bitch, we've been the truth Whack him and his bro, good try to him and him too Ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad They won't never say it's smoke to my face But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad Shit Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad Shit You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad They won't never say it's smoke in my face But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad