Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (WardoMadeThisOne) Ayy, chill out, bro Before I get stupid in this bitch [Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Don't talk stupid, I brought mop heads in here Niggas scared, puff puff, too much smoke up in the air Ain't no beefin' 'bout a bitch, I swear to God I'm too player You know it's bop bop bleed 'em, stop playin', you know the saying Let the TEC spray, I nicknamed the chop "Mac Dre" Been that been that since it was Facebook and MySpace Remember thuggin' at the park, my uncles playin' spades J.G., I need my money now, I don't never wait I just shut the house party down, I brought Kim Play Wastin' your whole life gangbangin', you don't got a say Niggas know the truth 'bout Off the Mussle, you don't gotta say Shoutout Wiggins' heart fall, but they dropped thе case I'm a clutz, I see the opp and I dropped a hundrеd I'm a Stinkmeaner to the bone, my dad is Uncle Ruckus I hate a smartmouth nigga 'cause they act the dumbest Too much jealousy in the air, I'll never trust 'em Susie keep on beggin' me to come 'cause she need company Off the Mussle CEOs, shit, bitch, it's my company I'm just the one that give the nods, I ain't no shot caller (Hmm) I'll never be a bitch, that's on my dad daughter [Verse 2: Duffy] That's your bitch? She say she know I'm a Mack The backend like ten thousand, yeah, let me get that Chill out, bro, you actin' tender, you could have her, relax It's that Off The Mussle Classics, we gon' bring the West back Count the trap then hit Saks, yeah, I'm actin' a foolie Hit your block and make a movie, big dog, don't be goofy We really shoot guns nigga seen on Call of Duty All these loser-ass niggas finna make me get stupid, I'm ruthless For the win truly Bitch know if she don't tear it off, then she useless Fuck the club up, the crowd rockin' to my new shit Snuck the blower in, you know I got a coupe screws gone Tool on me, hottie with me, slidin' in a foreign thing Left the bitch and she came back, she a boomerang Wrong move, I'd do a nigga like he what's her name Steppers with me, don't mind them, bro, that's just the shooter gang Say my name and I'd gladly get ignorant She know she a roller, don't know why she actin' innocent Heavy artillery, you know we movin' militant That Off Max in this bitch, let's get it crackin' then, shit