Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas only got thirteen thousand Four days ago, thirty-seven thousand Thirteen days ago, sixty-seven thousand (Viper) Two weeks ago, forty-eight thousand That's how I don't know how these niggas Instagram be goin' up and all that How y'all got all these problems and all these views? 'Cause I'm just sayin' y'all hit song is with Drakeo Two million views [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] If you ain't know, quit askin', bitch, it's TGF Twostep, flu flam, strip him, he say somethin' else For fuckin' with a Stinc, a big boss, give it all you got This chain ain't enough, I need a bust down Audemar A cold day in hell, it get bad if he piss me off A hundiddy on him, wasn't enough, I gave him ten after We keep beatboxin on him in this manner, he gon' quit after Once you see the team, it's score time, ain't no relaxin' Drunk off these shots with a swish, start relapsin' Think I'm on to the head, hit the floor, his body collapse Four straps in the whip, real niggas, no racks Had him tap dancin', wasn't meant for you, die slow, nigga Strip him, take it all off the cash, too pole [?] The bitch busy suckin' dick, you look stupid tryna contact her That watch was lookin' sweet on his wrist, I for sure snatched it Pigs sound like Drakeo, that's gettin' kind of old, ain't it? Ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling (Bitch) A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy [Verse 2: Duffy] Stinc team, niggas know we too greedy Drop an opp and then disappear, bitch, I'm Houdini Bottom feeders, sick and tired of arguin' with broke people Ain't nobody icy as us either, can we speak on it? OTM some true demons, whacked him, it was too easy Tank Davis, sweet Jesus, Duffy, he is too lethal Mud in my right hand, Pippy in my left hand Makin' niggas mad, pie side dance when the bag land Stincs run LA, we know the truth, all these niggas fans Bop for the safe, told Mei Ling, "Catch me if you can" Oh, he think we ain't gettin' it? He delirious Banana clips if a nigga get too curious Wrestle with this chop, blue tips Rey Mysterio I'm the type of nigga who can shoot through a Cheerio OTM, they some real pressure, bro, you didn't know? No love, get the head and bread, then I gotta go Move bitch, 'til I get some juice, I ain't in the mood Stick and move, I just hit a gate in my expensive shoes [?] at that nigga that we strip, that's a different dude Stincs here, make sure you careful not to spark a fuse [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy