Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] You know the truth, nigga Yeah, gang and them Off the Mussle, Stinc Team, all that, nigga Bitch (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) [Verse: Blue Pesos] Shit bagged him, throw him in the Huggies, he's a newborn Make a nigga strip with this heater, he should cook for me Cold-ass niggas phone after, we is not rappin' Shoot until my left hand ache, I'm a Glock master, nigga Hit sticks, somebody call Madden Another silly opp on a shirt, get a pallbearer Winnie-ass niggas Who want the smoke? These niggas all scared Police-ass niggas, keep it pushin' 'fore I start blastin' Got him breakdancin', chops out, but don't panic Opps out, we chastise him, can't escape from Best Buy Deep fry him, RIP a shoe shiner, he's a small fry, nigga Yeah, you know the truth Put him in a suit with black shoes and grab a new casket Internet thugs, drop the keyboard and stop cappin' OTM just fucked the beat up and bitches start gaspin' Red and blue lights in the rear, nigga, go faster Me and Mei Ling can't stop fuckin', nigga, stop askin' Nigga got stripped for his strap, how did that happen? Stinc Team, Too Greedy Fam, we got the best rappers You know we keep street sweeps in the back, why you look back? Smoke out the K, you want the beef, just know it cause cancer Liable to get the lil' homies, grab the brass knuckles I know she got a BBL, peep the ass on her Stock-X, fuck them new kicks, we toe tag niggas Every day, I'm shittin' on these niggas, they can't fuck with me K's out, how many shells you drop? Just a buck-fifty Why you always tryna take from niggas? Bitch, I'm too greedy [?], I say what I want, bitch, I speak freely R.I.P. to lil' Johnny, all they found was his new beanie Nina always touchin' on the opps, shit get real freaky Slime through they hood, park trippin', I see four weenies Another day of fuckin' niggas over, this shit too easy [Verse 2: Duffy] Why this nigga talkin' like it's pressure when he don't mean it? Parked, waitin' in his driveway, he think his bitch seen him Stripper flexin' niggas, should've known he couldn't trust people Mud walkin' with the cold devil, we some true demons Street sweepers comin' down his block, better move your car Sneakin' into Kim Juan house, it's not that hard If you want a feature, then your dough better be up to par [?] like he Scar, fire burnin', this shit get hectic Newborn, finna put that nigga in a baby carriage If he said it's lookin' iffy, Jimmy Hendrix on me, heavy metal Tucked him in, singed him sad songs, lullabies too [?] you seein' MACs in the trap, we finna slide through Back to back slaps, had to show what y'all been waitin' on Get a nigga whacked and change clothes, I ain't tell a soul It's time to go, nigga, Willie Nelson, we back on the road Another day of takin' niggas' fans and takin' they hoes You can't hit the door, you ain't bringin' in no cash with me I ain't finna argue with no nigga, this a chop talkin' Bart choked him, walkin' in the club with Pippy Longstocking Make a nigga run, we in LA where it ain't safe walkin' Save with all the pointless yappin', niggas ain't about no action Uchies stashed up in the mattress, bummy, I cannot imagine She don't even gotta do that much, and we the main attraction Quick to get up on a cappin' nigga, we all got blammers Back and forth with P about an opp, he flip forward or backward Do a nigga foul, I said enough, I think I'm over rappin' Flu flammer niggas, we don't bunk, I know we doin' damage Niggas don't be passin', I'm close friends with Sue Yung Finna shoot somethin', get the flowers and the white doves I ain't sparin' fake niggas nothin', they get no love, nigga [Outro: Duffy] Nigga We know the truth, nigga