Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Yeah, it cost to be the boss, let's put a price on it I heard you dissed the Stincs, how you wanna go 'bout it? Go on and reach for this ice, you gettin' hot lava I ain't even want the bitch, she had high mileage She wanna fuck, she see the chain, this cost Stinc [?] I'll never get money with you niggas 'cause y'all bad business Yeah, I'm a rapper with the shits, I'll strip niggas What happened? Thought I seen you on the 'Gram, you was gon' blitz niggas Pissed on his self, he terrorized, he made a run for it A shit talker, bitch, do you know me? I got a mouth [?] I got the slap on me, ain't no goin' back for that nigga Spin the block again, chops out, this nigga asked for it Make her tear it off, purse first, you know my name, bitch P as in Pesos, loud talk, his brain gone Niggas act like fools, put this K to his mango Tough guy peeped a punchline, R.I.P. Johnny Bravo This shit that I seen you can't fathom, only God knows Pablo Escobar, rap money, trappin' hard Rich, send them to the stores, water on me, Noah's Ark Randy Moss, go long, we ran off with the scoreboard The opps is gettin' so borin', jokes like Martin Lawrence She reachin' for the stickler, where's the loaf? You is too horny Two chops on me, flu flammers, there's a fair warning I wear what I want, I might bring back Ed Hardy [Verse 2: Duffy] Shit I guess it's time to get started Player of the game, obviously niggas can't guard me She ain't show me nothin' special, shawty been lost me Pull up with a drum, tell his mama, "I am so sorry" Double parked in her driveway, it's a sleepover Evil thoughts, should I kill this nigga? Let me think on it Too elite, can't no broke old nigga preach to me We and P both shootin', that's a jinx, ain't it? Stay dangerous, we be turnin' opps into cliffhangers Cold demon, freeze the block, left a snow angel Pile drive Mei Ling for the bag like I'm Kurt Angle Flu flam, left flipped over couches and turned tables "Duffy, can you come and see me?" Bitch, no thank you She kind of bad but she broke, that's a no bueno Joe Flacco, throw some bullets at him, I'm a quarterback Oh, that's your gang? Nah, bro, we never heard of that Coachin' hoes, bitch, perform well or hit a lap You ain't never whack nothin', you should stop the cap How the fuck that boy survive? Let's go double back I be with killers, he's still worried 'bout a follow back Where the opps at? I'm showboatin' with this hudiddy Dilly on me, we on Western Ave, come and act silly Really got the city in a headlock, no kizzy Hit his car up like Tupac, nigga, no Biggie Pizza party, we at Johnny house, finna deep dish him Bravo, check the scoreboard, we gon' keep winnin' We at Kim Juan kitchen for the orange chicken Long live the cold devil, we gon' keep sinnin'