Lyrics

[Intro] (I get my work from the narco) What y'all debatin' on? OTM is the face of the LA music scene, facts We can put money on it, anything [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] We don't do the street fightin', bein' honest Chops out, wanna box 'em? Rock 'Em Sock 'Em I needed bands, I was never fit for college This LA, bitch, so who really finna stop me? [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you, bitch [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Stand down, P droppin' hollows, stop, drop, and roll Cock back, reload, aim down, I think I said enough The moment we locked eyes, he ran off and went and pissed himself Bitch, kill yourself, do my VVs make you feel bad? You goin' out sad to clear facts and wanna be us This your bitch, ain't it? Bro, why she on the Magic School Bus? The Stincs involve of some shit you never heard of 2Pac, this nigga hit him and we burn rubber Jack [?], quarterbackin' shit, I'm a shot caller Suit and tie on, down to business, I'm the Godfather Shit talker, how I'm supposed to [?] with all this ice on me? I'm a too greedy Stinc, fuck your big homie, bitch Big .40 hangin' out my stock jeans, act right Damn, P put the slap on her, wait, last night? Pippy, Pippy, it get tricky on the dance floor I don't know what you heard but I slap hoes [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you, bitch [Verse 3: Duffy] I don't think he know what's good for him Stand down, think that nigga misunderstood or somethin' So busy hatin' on the Stincs but how your hood doin'? If you broke, listen up, we got juggs for you Niggas know we got the bag, chunky monkey in my hand Ain't no back and forth, once I said it, then that's what I said Spoke on Drakeo? Let's go find out where he hidin' at Talk it out, nah, he don't really do too much of that Somebody just got blew up, I say, "[?], you ain't heard about it?" Served him, where the holy water? Sinnin' and get thirsty after I'm the prince of shit talkin' and nervous rappin' Pippy, Pippy, Shaneyney, I'm with both them bitches Ayy, you know them niggas? Walkin' like they joints or somethin' On his block, chains out, it started thunderstormin' Spendin' time holdin' dick, it won't get you nothin' Neiman and Marcus don't know you, go and get some money [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you Stand down, bitch, if you really know what's good for you Hundred rounds bouncin' out the chop, I brought two of 'em Keep my name out your mouth if you really know what's good for you Quit the dissin' on the 'Gram if you really know what's good for you, bitch