Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Viper) Eat that (Jermain Graves, lay 'em down) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] .223s, Cactus Jacks on, I'm like MJ I need it all, baby, Drakeo, play my sensei Am I comin'? It depends how much I get paid Flu flam Sue Yung and now she got a neck brace Niggas back bitin', go on and raise the pressure up 2022, you still broke? You look frustrated Ten F&Ns on the table like the gun range You don't like lean, bitch? I know, but it's Friday [Chorus: Blue Pesos] I'll blow this nigga block up, bitch, it's Nuketown "You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round TECs out, flag on the play, niggas out of bounds Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (Shit, nigga) I'll blow this nigga block up, bitch, it's Nuketown (Shit) Pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (For real) TECs out, flag on the play, niggas out of bounds Shit Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] How? What am I? Where was niggas at when you was my age? In a foreign with a hottie, out on bail holdin' five K's It's time to go, where the homies? Park the Maybach Quit lyin' to the bitch, you ain't pimpin' with your lame ass (Shit) I can tell these niggas broke, why they arguin' 'bout small fractions? You got a chop, I got a chop, what you think, we finna arm wrestle? Get a piece off my neck, I don't know, that sound farfetched [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] I'll blow this nigga block up, bitch, it's Nuketown "You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round TECs out, flag on the play, niggas out of bounds Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (Nigga, shit) [Verse 3: Duffy] Which house? I'm finna turn this bitch to Nuketown Hundiddy bop-bop, how that sound? Fake niggas, that's some shit that we just can't allow That's your mans? What he say when niggas not around? Shit, niggas clowns F&N on me when it's time to boogie down Without OTM, this shit would be so watered down Beat the block, turn his hood to a ghost town Flu flam the rap game like it's fun In a foreign goin' fast, we got Call of Duty guns Got it Off the Mussle, niggas hate to see us up I get uchies, I feel bad for any nigga that feel stuck Me and P smashin' in a Benz, we don't bunk L&R drippin', ski masked up, the opps fucked Where he say he from? So what? I don't bang But my young niggas trippin' if you say the wrong name Drumsticks, I just fed an opp the whole thing Check the scoreboard, we don't really do no close games Niggas out here hatin' on they bros, that's a shame Duffy finna blow, I'm walkin' in with a grenade We don't do the stocks, I be ridin' with a semi Heard your nigga think he tough, yeah, aight, should we kill him? Niggas slide on us, what's the odds? Be realistic I got my chop, I'm finna bomb on a nigga, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] I'll blow this nigga block up, bitch, it's Nuketown "You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round TECs out, flag on the play, niggas out of bounds Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (Shit, nigga) I'll blow this nigga block up, bitch, it's Nuketown (Shit) Pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (For real) TECs out, flag on the play, niggas out of bounds Shit Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing