Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Nigga, you'll get slapped, don't question it I got the stick [?] in the back for these wrestlers (I get my work from the narco) What flavor is that vape? This that opp berry bubble gum Niggas hittin' fences, haulin' ass when we pullin' up Niggas gettin' out of hand with me, I'ma call a blitz I'ma whip out right now, bro, don't talk again You ain't finna get a fade or squabble, we is not friends It's 'bout 4:30, I gave him ninety shells, he ain't clockin' in (Shit) I'm that nigga, I be always talkin' shit I popped two fifteens, bro, I'm kind of feelin' sick Put a cannon on a nigga, nickname me SpinGen We could turn him to a dancer, or do you wanna be a gymnast? Scottie Pippen, thirty-three shells if he slippin' I be E-Class slidin' whеn it's time to go the distance All thеse niggas do is talk and put my names in they mentions Come outside and shoot somethin' and just quit the Twitter beefin' Put a hundred in his stomach, ugh, why is shit leakin'? I tried to play it cool but these niggas give me reasons I'm a shot caller, I put niggas on, go on and king me How you make that much money off rap? This shit easy, uh [Verse 2: Duffy] Nigga This shit easy Bum nigga yappin' in my ear, I'm finna bleed him Come and meet shanaynay, everywhere I go, I bring her Wet a nigga up, leave a nigga head steamin' Ridin' in a coupe with big blowers Niggas bums, bro, I don't owe you I do what I want, I don't got no big homies All my friends are dead, all blue strips on me Wait, what this nigga say? I ain't hearin' it I be out in public, stick pokin' out my letterman Young generals, these niggas know we heavyweights Let him make it, P, everybody make mistakes Just don't make the same one twice Three of Wock' in a pineapple, and no, I don't want ice I'm a fly nigga, you the type to be afraid of heights Don't believe the lies, niggas nice