Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Go on and take a seat by them losers Niggas pump fakin', they don't get no dough, that's an illusion They'll do anything for a trophy Puff-puff, we'll spark this SIG up like it's hookah, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] OG's see me up in traffic, they salute me 'Bout a half a million dollars off our music Fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie Pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon' shoot him [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Keep it pushin', I don't wanna hear no foolish Outside with blick with a ten in my Gucci You want static? Why you actin' like a bitch? She's a punk rock ho, she ain't bringin' you no chip P without a stick, that's a myth If he really want problems, I'll shoot him in his chin She from the other side of town, ain't never been up in the hills She said, "P, do you love me?" Shit, not even a little I'm Doctor Dolittle, have gorillas poppin' out If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I ain't gon' see us poppin' out Off the Mussle for the win, let me sayin' that shit loud You only got one life, so make it count I laughed at niggas' faces when they said a hundred thousand Add nine hundred more, this shit, maybe you could sign me I'm not the one, bitch, I always keep a .9 Is it worth it? I'ma let you decide Ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] OG's see me up in traffic, they salute me 'Bout a half a million dollars off our music Fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie Pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon' shoot him (Shit) OG's see me up in traffic, they salute me (Shit) 'Bout a half a million dollars off our music, bitch (Bitch, shit) Fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie (Nigga, let me get in my bag) Pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon' shoot him [Verse 2: Duffy] Bitch, move, only blues can seduce me .223s in his coupe, he had hoop dreams Kicked the door down for the bag, no Bruce Lee You want this chain, nigga? You gon' have to shoot me He ain't never seen Nina, introduce him What we doin'? Don't get put up in this loose leaf Shit get spooky, niggas sweeter than some ice cream Rap niggas mad 'cause they don't get no streams Fled the scene, Mojo L like a man I heard he ain't good in his hood, he got banned Probably get up on the stand if I flatlined his mans My out of town bitch bad, eight o'clock, her flight land F&Ns make a nigga take a seat He a bum, nigga, close rinky dink My shooter play for keeps, we can keep that in the streets Long live the Ruler, fuck what any nigga think [Chorus: Blue Pesos] OG's see me up in traffic, they salute me 'Bout a half a million dollars off our music Fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie Pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon' shoot him (Shit) OG's see me up in traffic, they salute me (Shit) 'Bout a half a million dollars off our music, bitch Fins with extensions, make sure all my chops bougie Pull up in that junky slider coupe, we gon' shoot him