Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Bitch Shit (Had to go and run it up like T) Why you rockin' cough syrup? Ain't you an enemy? Foreigns in the lot, loose leaf, blowin' ten deep We ain't comin' from no scuffle, nigga, beat the block If I blow your ass down with this mini Drac (Shit) [Chorus: Blue Pesos] "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet (Shit) "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg (Shit) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Nigga, take it back You got what? You from where? We can take it there (Shit) Nigga, run it back We just fucked his week up with this automatic Don't this got a sport plus? Nigga, go faster Chop suey, pulled it out the Louis, hit this whole hundred Niggas thugs for the music but be straight bitches A hundred thousand in a duffel, not a K bustin', ugh Lean with it, rock with it .40 in my hand, play that slow jam, I'm John Lennon Why y'all quiet? Niggas ain't gon' call him out on it? Never mind, it's all good, nigga, stop talkin' Keep your mouth shut 'fore I have to duct tape it Few Crips I could call, bro, I need a favor Niggas straight pump fakers, clout chasers, no thank you Be grateful you ain't end up in a box, why is you complainin'? [Chorus: Blue Pesos, Duffy, Blue Pesos & Duffy] "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" (Hold on) Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet [Verse 2: Duffy] We just made a nigga hit the stanky leg Your way don't get you paid, try my way instead I'm finna slap an old nigga, I ain't shakin' hands Fin 57 put a nigga in a baby bed, ugh Off a four of good Wockesha Double coffee cup, I'm mud walkin' with the two liter Who that bouncin' out the black coupe? The baby Stincmeaners 12 got up on me, I just bonked 'em in a Beamer, ugh She like, "Duffy, what you on?" Pourin' mud in a foreign, flu flammin' on the road Do the dash on Mei Ling, we ain't never lookin' back Big bully breaker on my hip, what you lookin' at? Ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet (Shit) "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg [Verse 3: UchieBoy] "Ayy, Uchie, what you do?" I just pour up Book him for his juice, he touch mines, I'ma off somethin' Old niggas hatin' on us 'cause we passed 'em Pull up to the S, we facin' 'Woods, you shootin' Crips, don't you? When I get around bums, I feel uncomfortable This blower come with a beam, you can't run from me Stinc Team, bitch, give no passes to no bum niggas Muddy Mose' with the Wockesha, put a four in it This some outstandin' shit'll blow your face off I did some outstandin' shit and made an eight ball This bitch ugly, her titties hella shaky and her head bald Exotic pop, mix it with the Wock', bitch, this straight drop (Alright) [Verse 4: Day3] I never split shit up but I know mathematics And you ain't never bounced out, let the opps have it Your player pull up, if I trip, you gon' up faster Oh, why these niggas askin' for a fee and they ain't own masters? Lil' bitch suck dick, she a scavenger I can take you on a flock, you a Amateur Nigga say he want a song, hit my manager (Ight) Nigga say he want a song, hit my manager (Playerr) [Verse 5: PlayerrWays] Thirty-three shots, Scottie Pippen, hit your stanky leg I'm bookin' plugs for pints and they packed, call that Qualitest That back back card mashed up, you niggas never been there In that house lookin' for that stove, you ain't been there Bop-bop-bop, I hope that buddah help me do my flock Thank you, Mei Ling, I run up out that crib with [?] These jeans that I'm wearin', yeah, I probably booked a buster for 'em Pull up, hop out, and start strippin', said that he got with him [Chorus: Blue Pesos] "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet "Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet