Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Brody, come in here) Bitch Long live Drakeo [Chorus: Blue Pesos] It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm? I was thuggin' in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Purchasin' new sticks, I told Duff, "It's time for war" I could see the animosity and envy from afar I feel like my time comin', told my bitch I need a daughter You wanna gamble? You could get these three shots from Candace Parker Noddin', I'm Tony Parker, metal sparkin', Tony Stark 'em Popped a 10, on cloud nine, sippin' mud, I'm with the Martians We in that top-rapper convo, but we turn on all the offers Ric Flair and Hulk Hogan, showboatin', we do this often Walkin' with two sticks, never could you be too cautious Aim down sites, get on one knee to hit my target Three hundred for a line, niggas get stripped for talkin' bogus Come back with his head and you gon' for surely get a bonus Foreign pop, poured, the pint spillin', it's a twelve left Drums on the block, slidin' foreign, playin' dubstep I'll let the mean K off 'til my thumb break My rap skills phenomenal, it's nothin' else you could say [Chorus: Blue Pesos] It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm? I was thuggin' in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore (Shit, for real, bitch) (It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?) (Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore) [Verse 2: Duffy] When it rains, yeah, it'll pour, we got juice, pour some more We them Po Boys and the Po don't stand for poor Bro said, "Stay up out the field, rap gon' get us through the door" We gon' see who win the war, nigga, guns verse swords Niggas don't got a chance, I just hit my money dance Go look at your Instagram, I just upped a lot of bands All he wanted was a picture, shit, I almost shot a fan Fuck the rats, fuck the Johnnies, free my niggas out the can New foreign, I might blamp it if my double cup spill Hollow tips, box with this, I'll get a nigga cap peeled I know they tired of us, we keep winnin' and shinin' Icy nigga, step to me, lightnin' finna start strikin' Don't be overhypin' niggas, they gon' get the ball and fumble Nina Ross, I got it on me, I'll give a nigga thunder What's up in that Louis bag? Some hunduns in a bundle Shit, I know you know the truth, we got this shit off the muscle, nigga [Chorus: Blue Pesos] It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm? I was thuggin' in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore (Shit, for real, bitch) (It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?) (Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore)