Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Real thugs politicin', we don't do the squares Evil thoughts then this chop went upside his head Four of mud, watch it drop, then hit my paisa dance Told my shooter ain't trippin', do what's necessary [Verse 2: Duffy] Off the Mussle, everything we do is legendary Steppin' with my soldiers, this shit lookin' like the military Get dough like Pillsbury, juice got me levitatin' How bad we did that last nigga, it still got me nervous Skinny nigga, but my pockets oversized Serve a nigga, here's your slice of humble pie Hood famous, еverywhere wе go get recognized [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] Get put up in a box if we catch you fratenizer Throwin' up them signs, now it's a pizza party Batmobile coupe, no, we don't gotta use a key to start it You lyin' in good hands, don't be stressed, we got this shit covered Swervin', duckin', crash, I just stole off on Mei Ling cousin Slidin' all through traffic, you don't wanna see me reach under Steppin' on they necks, hard to breathe with my feet on it Money on his head, I got devs that's gon' crash dummy My shooter might slam into a wall if he don't smack somethin' [Verse 4: Duffy] Peepin', I'll show you, we get uchies like no other Nigga, this the real mob, and I'ma ride for all my brothers I came in with a thumper, we gon' get the block jumpin' Take notes and learn how to turn nothin' into somethin', shit 'Bout my hundreds, I got Ben Frank with me Stripper bitch got me wildin', I just made it rain on her [Verse 5: Blue Pesos & Duffy] I got two rich bitches, no time for neither of 'em Shoot a dread off his head, and he gon' cry bloody murder Why he askin' 'bout them bodies? He might be an undercover Nuts off, I just turned a nigga head to peanut butter This bitch gon' roll for me, we don't even know each other These niggas dick ride like they on Harley motorcycles Don't ask me how I got up in the club with F&N Bitch, I ball like NBA, I'm never goin' broke again [Verse 6: Blue Pesos] Round table with the mob, discussin' licks and gettin' M's We'll shoot your man crush, no, we don't support the MCM Racks in a Louis V backpack Put it in my hands, and I take Zelle, Apple, Cash App GLE Benz, I had this bitch doin' handstands You ain't gettin' dough 'til you go and put your friends on [Verse 7: Duffy & Blue Pesos] My strap? Why you ask that? I thought you got the memo Burn him like a CD, let a nigga hold a demo You could never get a trophy, that was a pretty good attempt, though Gorilla nuts equipped, this could knock down a hippo Black mask on my face, creepin' through your back window Nigga, that's your bitch? I'll turn her to a widow Let him try to bully up on somethin', RIP Deebo That's a free throw, you niggas know what we on, shit (Shit, for real) [Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy] How you on? Put your homies on All that shit, nigga Put your friends on, nigga That's somethin' a real nigga gon' do Ugh You know what the fuck the truth is, nigga Long live Drakeo