Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Viper) (By Kona) (Ayo, Zed, turn me up, though) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I put in time for this shit, can't no nigga take my spot I was cosigned by the Ruler, that's exactly why they hot 2020, flippin' couches, now it's crazy I be rappin' I'm serious, no label, really made a hundred thousand Snakes creepin', so keep the door shut, these niggas weenies We don't see him, but let a nigga tell that he be thuggin' You got a problem, say it with your chest, nigga, don't mumble I done parlayed with millionaires at places they ain't invite you (Shit, for real) So let's be real, can't no nigga tell me nothin' I don't talk if you ain't stеppin' how I'm steppin' Speak on Ketchy or thе Don, go on and behead him Niggas got the money but be broke in they spirits VVs dancin', bitch, this fourteen karats Fuckin' bein' humble, I ain't really tryna hear it Lay down on a hater raid fool in my payment Ain't shit finna change, bitch, P forever trippin' (Shit) Independent, double digit checks clearin' I'm a trendsetter, shot caller, nigga, come and talk to me I've been havin' evil thoughts lately, cold devil walk with me If I drop this hundiddy on his block, I might feel better Cash out on a foreign all Benjies, no twenties What's next? Let's ask Rami, Audemar or Skydweller? She want my time, she can't get it, all I wanna do is send her She gon' drop drawers and hundiddies just 'cause of my appearance, uh [Interlude: Duffy] Shit I'm sick of talkin' to these niggas, at this point Nigga We do this everyday, this shit is regular, nigga Who gon' stop us? (Shit) Alright, nigga, you know the truth [Verse 2: Duffy] Long live the coaches Let me find out where the opps at, we on 'em Shit, for surely, OTM gon' keep it goin' Back and forth for what? Niggas know us, we was chosen The cold devil on my shoulder, Duffy gassin' Of course I came with Pippy Long, why you askin'? Too many opps alive, I don't really feel like rappin' I'm in a foreign with a foreign bitch I'm smashin' Niggas know the truth, niggas know what they got comin' Niggas hoes, niggas rats, the fuck it's funny? Keep these weird niggas far from me, I don't trust 'em Shot caller, can't no nigga tell me nothin' Crash dummys pull up on his block, we all for it Name one time you ever seen Duffy runnin' More lean, more drugs, more money Big loafy, all hundreds Chunky blower on me, nigga, don't be bluffin' Where would LA be without the Ruler? You don't feel me Long live Ketchy, we gon' get it out the kitty Close that back door, I can tell these niggas envious Chops out, they like, "Duffy, it ain't that serious" Shit, this'll put a nigga out his misery Don't push me, bitch, I'm all about my Benjamins Nigga think he Deebo, don't consider it Silly Billies in my rear, I left 'em in the wind [Outro] Ain't no guns? That's bizarre Niggas got necks, Stincs run LA