Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] It is what it is, don't question me Not only do I got the sauce, bitch, I made the recipe I don't even fuck the bitch no more, quit textin' me Thought it was all fun and games 'til we stretched the kid [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any wеapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, whеre's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Hold my badge just to make her feel exclusive We been the truth, but I thought you niggas knew this Never alone, but I'ma shoot with my shooters If it's beef, let me know when the food here Fat loose leafs out the pound, you smokin' toothpicks Big foreigns slidin', you postin' vids in a Buick Swagu plates for two hundreds, what is Ruth Chris? Got the moves, I'll flip a panda bear with bamboo sticks What we on? Pourin' mud inside the Urus Expensive juice, in the coupe spillin' syrup We still young, shit, we barely cracked the surface Where the money? You don't got it, then you worthless Jordan 1's on, I put .223s through his jersey I don't even know her name and she keep claimin' that she know me Sleazy thoughts, I'm a product of the codeine Sport plus, zoom up off the block, fuck the police, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses [Verse 2: Duffy] We got the same twenty-four, ain't no excuses Like what you bring to the table? Niggas useless Me and P up in the Rolls, we got two blicks Yeah, bro, we got it Off the Mussle, thought you knew this We ain't rookies, lil' bro, we really do this That's my out of town bitch, she just flew in Lose your life actin' wild, don't be stupid Pump faker ran into the gang and he ain't do shit Got our bread up All these niggas fake politickin', frontin' for the 'Gram, shit, I'm fed up Could've bled niggas, but instead I ain't said nothin' Cold killers with me in the cut, they've been head huntin' Nigga tried to diss me and nobody feel it I ain't worried 'bout no robbers, nigga, I've been robbin' with 'em Keep it solid with yourself, you'll be solid, nigga Told you niggas we was pressure, niggas never listened Shit, in my duffy, I've been stackin' blues Reachin' for my chain, you'll be breakin' news All this cornball shit got me so confused Same startin' five with me, nothin' new [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof? We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses