Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (What you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?) (What?) You know what's goin' on [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Phineas and Ferb on the block, just chipped Timmy Turner Tell me what I wanna hear and we gon' get it out you Off the hip, out the whip, see who shoot it faster Every day action packed, fuck a grand finale I brought Rihanna to the club, watch this .40 work They gon' keep tryna stop us, it'll never work If she don't tear it off, I'm definitely in her purse It look good with flash on but what the jewelry worth? 14K, came from Rami, please check the cost Yeah, they hate, but for surely gon' respect the boss Niggas squares and straight busters, they Cottonsoft We ain't the same, you a pawn, you don't be shot callin' Bop-bop bleed 'em on a highway in a low foreign Can't no nigga tell me nothin' 'bout shit, I'm finna go towards it Drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up In the front, I'm with all the shit talkers and the big ballers (Shit) [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Bop-bop bleed 'em on a highway in a low foreign Can't no nigga tell me nothin' 'bout shit, I'm finna go tourin' (Shit, shit, bitch) Drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up (Alright, nigga) In the front, I'm with all the shit talkers and the big ballers [Verse 2: Duffy] Gang and them got the streets lit All joints, no geeks with me Sig Sauer F&N for a macho nigga Where the opps? Lord knows I be ridin' with it Shit, Rihanna with me, watch this .40 work I just made a nigga dance, I guess I'm a jerk In and out of Kim Juan's, like, "Thank you, sir" True fly nigga, flu flammin' in a Louis shirt Quarterbackin' in the field, Duffy throwin' shots Can he catch? I just turned him into Randy Moss If he hangin' with the opps, he might kick it off Stinc Team here, it's time to show these niggas how to ball Another rapper in my rear, I'm finna speed past him Hundred in my lap, this my sweet lady I know you don't do lean but it's Friday Get the uchies, then hit the road, we on the highway [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Shit, nigga Bop-bop bleed 'em on a highway in a low foreign Can't no nigga tell me nothin' 'bout shit, I'm finna go tourin' Drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up, nigga In the front, I'm with all the shit talkers and the big ballers [Verse 3: K7TheFinesser] Try to make it rain on me, I got an umbrella Like I'm Rihanna Stincs outside with sticks, causin' all the drama I'll bomb the embassies just like I'm Osama You don't get it, though Can't do nothin' standard, I need extendo Copped a CLS from the dealer, put the tint on it Hit the road, got the load, nigga, I'll put ten on it Stinc Team, baby, ain't no big homies If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, you need to be quiet My diamonds bustin', singin' to you like the choir I wouldn't stare too hard, you can get blinded These bitches want my heart, but it's hard to find it [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Shit, nigga Bop-bop bleed 'em on a highway in a low foreign Can't no nigga tell me nothin' 'bout shit, I'm finna go tourin' Drop an opp, then have a celebration, pour that drank up, nigga In the front, I'm with all the shit talkers and the big ballers [Outro: Blue Pesos] Ugh, niggas know what the fuck goin' on You know the truth It's 2022, nigga, we still flexin', goin' crazy and all that shit, nigga Long live the Don, long live Ketchy You know we still holdin' it down Nigga, in an E-Class shittin' on niggas and shit Ugh Gang and them, bitch