Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] You know the truth Stop playin' [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] The Johnnies out, run for your life, we got blammers out Take another sip of this juice, I might die tomorrow (Shit) Best friends with Ryu, where you get them combos? This a semi auto—, shit This bitch shootin' hollows, I ride with El Chapo We don't allow that type of talk, know he's no longer KO, hit the floor, Rocky Balboa And that other Ling Lings, who left the door open? Tryna chastice him, K's out, it's gunfire This an assult rifle, chipped about ten giants Another lip locker, come and kiss Pippy Longstocking More money, more opps, nigga, more choppers Nigga, more dollars, thesе niggas Done Dada These soul boppеrs terrorize these niggas, scare the bitch out him (Shit) Drown him with a gold bottle We know the truth, the truth hurts, we ain't gon' speak on it, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover "Why the fuck you flipped the couch?" I'm a flu flammer You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover "Why the fuck you flipped the couch?" I'm a flu flammer You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch Shit "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover (For real) I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch Nigga You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? [Verse 2: Duffy] Pull up right here, this the sleepover Red beam on my stick, this a headhunter I be in the field, my opps been duckin' I'm sick of slidin' down they block, they never out on it, nigga Where Duffy get them racks? That ain't rap money, nigga Uchies on the dashboard with the slap on me, nigga All these niggas know the truth, they just act like they don't get it Stinc Team tour, make sure you go get your tickets Hit stick a nigga, I'll chalk zone him You a joint? Why your bitch tryna come with me? Told her, "Is you choosin' or you losin'?" Baby, go for it I'm 'bout to bring shanaynay to the sleepover, nigga [Chorus: Blue Pesos & PlayerrWays] "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover "Why the fuck you flipped the couch?" I'm a flu flammer You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover "Why the fuck you flipped the couch?" I'm a flu flammer You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch Shit "Why you at my BM house?" This a sleepover (For real) I'm sick of goin' outside, ain't never on nothin', bitch (Ight) You see I'm gettin' irritated, why you keep talkin'? [Verse 3: PlayerrWays] I'm in other flock player, tryna bust under my skin No Valentino kicks, designer mixin' with the blue Celinos Rockstar denim, born fly, been wearin' all them Robins Niggas poppin' it like they done been him, you're not him Green beam, in that Simply lemonade, I'm seein' things I'm still sinnin' in that field, I'll book you for your lil' rings Cuban links, Francos and them rings, go ahead and tuck 'em Bouncin' out on shit and all my opps batter, I'm gon' gun him Pour that deuce-y, Wocky, Wocky, 'ocky in that yellow Fanta Gary Peyton, mix it with the bland, roll him in that grabba Young hood trophy, grimied up, block, I'm bling-bling boy 12 up in that field, gettin' easty, you was playin' toys