Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Bitch, ugh (Evince) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Shit, I feel like El Chapo I keep a stick in the Louis, I brought a back too It's a drum on the chop, what would that do? The Stinc Team don't do weenies, you should get lost, bitch This nigga funny Come by and say hi, these niggas wouldn't 'Cause they couldn't If they pull up on that shit, we gon' blow 'em Knock a nigga head off, small talk, we don't do it Niggas got all this hate while I make a move on 'em (Shit) Bitch, shut the fuck up I'm a joint in the hood with my chains, nigga, so what? Whack a nigga broad day, sped off, made his car race Made a hundred on the one-ten, a strap with no car license The streets eat you up, just remember, bro, don't call I'm outside on Live, havin' fun, I am not hidin' Just know if you see some Crips with me, they might kill somethin' Nevermind, I'm just kiddin', I was wildin', huh? Ayy, let me use your gun, I gotta make a run Stinkmeaner with a K, I just soul snatched him Watch a nigga soul shatter, I'm cut from a cold fabric Cannon make him scream like a bitch, he's a cold actress Ballin' with the Stincs not likely, nigga, go practice Served him with the chop then order up that steak platter [Verse 2: Duffy] We just dropped another opp, since the last nigga didn't matter Blue tips french kissed a nigga, it was so romantic We really actin', they keep talkin' like they really active Jiggy with it, stick and move, me and Pippy dancin' We don't follow niggas' rules, we got too much juice I'll bop bleed for the dough, I'm too cool for school Big bag on me, walkin' out of Wells Fargo Big chop on me, he got hit with El Chapo What he say up in my DM? Bro, that better be a typo Niggas sound like the police, for sure we don't do those Talk to me wrong, chalk zone him, know he John Doe Cold demon, bitch, the cold devil, me, and God know I don't feel bad, though, I'm just a bully breaker Hit him with the K, but now hit my paisa dance on him Stincs still packin', I ain't blow your plans, did I? His homie got robbed, they probably not fans of us (Bitch) Anything you say, you better stand on it He don't got a blick or did his shit just jam on him? She know the truth, she gon' throw the fatty on me I just bought another chop, I can't wait to get up on him (Shit)