Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] The truth, nigga (Viper) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Let it rip like a Beyblade, the whole thing, his head spinnin' John Madden hit stick on me, finna blitz niggas You sure you wanna start that beef with us? We pack plenty fullies Them SIs shinin' kinda hard, but you can't fool me This chain a pretty penny, it be blindin', niggas look at me Cold case, I hit him in his face, I just flatlined him Ten minutes, beat the beat up, just ask Viper What's up? I thought you had a problem with me, why you so quiet? Get your bitch on a leash, choosey Susy, finna splash on her Disgustin', hit him with a K, I feel like Ted Bundy Mussle out the window, showboatin' when wе hit corners Sweet Jesus, screamin' from this cannon, shoot a horror movе It's like The Exorcist, the cold demons steppin' I got my flow from the don, I'm heaven sent Flu flammer, rule breaker, but sure don't listen to shit What you did for me, nigga? I don't owe you shit [Chorus: Blue Pesos] (Shit) Scram, nigga, down goes the opp If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit) Scram, nigga, I know you see my posse If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Scram, nigga, 'fore I really have to kill you Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend Scram, nigga, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit) Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Bitch Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend [Verse 2: Yung Angel] Scram, nigga, have to bounce down your block Seen Humpty Dumpty sittin', I had to scramble his top Walk around, you a joint, that is somethin' that you not Big blower [?] homie, that is somethin' y'all ain't got Mean muggin' when you see us, you don't really want these issues We just whacked another opp, get his mama a box of tissues He's a nobody in his hood, that mean nobody's gonna miss you Hold on, holy water on his grave, pastor Ralfy, had to bless you Skrrt off in this coupe, damn, this life's kind of special Damn, this bitch was lookin' cool, I'm tryna fit her in my schedule Scram, nigga, you don't really want these extras Tryna do it, but the Stincs do it better Scram, nigga, you're not up on our level I got the drop, let's go rock out, heavy metal Banana clips and ruler sticks, we finna change the weather Bitch scram after I hit, we do not go together [Chorus: Blue Pesos] (Shit) Scram, nigga, down goes the opp If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit) Scram, nigga, I know you see my posse If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Scram, nigga, 'fore I really have to kill you Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend Scram, nigga, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit) Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Bitch Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend [Verse 3: Duffy] Shit, scram, I don't know you, nigga Opps throwin' temper tantrums, mad they ain't fuckin' with us I'll smoke a nigga, niggas broke, they need to mind they business "Duffy, what you on?" Flu flammin' on the road with fullies Shit, this nigga police, nigga, scram Big boy chain on me, I'm these lil' niggas' dad Play ball with the Stincs, you should know who run the land Three bitches comin' home with us, that's a grand slam Beat it, kick rocks, get lost, all of the above Bitch, stroke, just hit, let's see how quick we blow a dub I just let her hold my gun, shawty wanna be a thug Don't mind that power on the rug, I'm mud walkin' with the Plug (Ugh) One time comin' the only time I run I just hit her one time off the Perc', now she in love All this chili baba stackin', I ain't arguin' with scrubs I'm already high as fuck, I'm just smokin' opps for fun, nigga If I'm wrong, let the devil be the judge Stinc Team, bitch, we trippin' until all the beef is done Bitch, don't ask me 'bout the city, know we got this shit on lock Chop suey, had to blow him out his boots and his socks, we know the truth [Chorus: Blue Pesos] (Shit) Scram, nigga, down goes the opp If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit) Scram, nigga, I know you see my posse If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Scram, nigga, 'fore I really have to kill you Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend Scram, nigga, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit) Scram, nigga, you don't really want no issues Bitch Scram, nigga, 'fore I top shot your friend