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[Chorus: Blue Pesos] Foreign coupes, pints, spilling juice when we slide out Bitch, send that lo', we'll be there, come outside now I'm hardheaded, "Damn, P, what you buy now?" Twenty thousand-dollar pendant on me, you could die 'bout it GLE and big-body coupe, that's my type now My shooter out the window talkin' shit, throwin' up gang signs You keep holdin' up that chain, who it's made by? We keep bullyin' the opps, "P, play nicely" [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] No, sir, I'm in the truck gettin' chauffeured I spot an opp, ain't no questions, I'm hoppin' out first We gon' have our way with this bitch, we in here takin' turns Thought they had one, he speedin' off, his coupe swervin' Susiе bring me gold nuggets, pleasе, I'm Jamal Murray (Shit) James Bond stash, push a button on it Zoom off all black coupe, this a Batmobile This a 9, but you know I give him that times ten Mud walkin', pint talkin', finna crash out Chops out, mops out, we blew his head smooth off Two-steppin', slidin' on the opps like I'm moonwalking High socks, trousers, we'll even blow the boots off him, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Foreign coupes, pints, spilling juice when we slide out Bitch, send that lo', we'll be there, come outside now I'm hardheaded, "Damn, P, what you buy now?" Twenty thousand-dollar pendant on me, you could die 'bout it GLE and big-body coupe, that's my type now My shooter out the window talkin' shit, throwin' up gang signs You keep holdin' up that chain, who it's made by? We keep bullyin' the opps, "P, play nicely" [Verse 2: NyNy] Double-digit Carti' on my wrist, you could die 'bout it I know your chain ain't from Johnny, oh, you gon' lie 'bout it? (You gon' lie?) Soon as he see me eatin' pussy, he gon' autopilot (Yeah) And I been havin' motion before I signed a dotted Think he runnin' game on a bitch, think bigger (Think bigger) I'm the type of bitch to pass a eater to my sister (To my sis') He preachin' I'm the one with the pape', he out the picture (Out the pic) I lie to every nigga, nana told me I'm a sinner (Yeah) He a dog, put my cat on his face Ain't even been a month, he fell in love with the taste He know I got a nigga, fell in love with the chase (Ayy, ayy) Callin' with some cheese, ain't gotta ask, I'm on the way (NyNy) [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Foreign coupes, pints, spilling juice when we slide out Bitch, send that lo', we'll be there, come outside now I'm hardheaded, "Damn, P, what you buy now?" Twenty thousand-dollar pendant on me, you could die 'bout it GLE and big-body coupe, that's my type now My shooter out the window talkin' shit, throwin' up gang signs (Shit) You keep holdin' up that chain, who it's made by? (Let me get in my bag) We keep bullyin' the opps, "P, play nicely" [Verse 3: Duffy] Got a whip full of sticks when we slide out Pipe down, niggas hidin'? Let me find out Diamonds shinin', you could see me with the lights out Play nice, I came in with my shooters, they'll die 'bout me Hollow rounds, we just left a nigga mind blown She get money? Bae, you know you Duffy type, huh? Bad bitches with us, slidin' in the GLE Benz We need some discipline, we fuckin' over Saks again I think this nigga mad 'cause my jeweler Rami Big blues in a duffel bag, bitch, I'm too icey Off The Mussle outside, nigga, hide your wifey The bitches love me, I get money, heard your boy don't like me Shit get slimy, Nina with me and she not shy Givin' John Gotti head nods, he'll lose his life Movin' up in silence, Duffy been scorin' Bleed the scene and we had to pull off in them foreigns, bitch [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Foreign coupes, pints, spilling juice when we slide out Bitch, send that lo', we'd be there, come outside now I'm hardheaded, "Damn, P, what you buy now?" Twenty thousand-dollar pendant on me, you could die 'bout it GLE and big-body coupe, that's my type now My shooter out the window talkin' shit, throwin' up gang signs You keep holdin' up that chain, who it's made by? We keep bullyin' the opps, "P, play nicely"