Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Shit It's clear these niggas hate me [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Quit the antics, lose them fake politics I'll do him like that blind nigga, place him with a stick Every time I spit rhymes, niggas sick We equipped with that shit, this a 5.56 Failed missions, they ain't never got no victory I be walkin' with the Grinch, you can meet these two Christmas beams We double parked on the block, we gon' make it steam Stop playin', lil' bro, I'm from—, psych, nevermind This a Gen5 Glock, you'll end up cheddar boxed I'll take a risk and get chipped on thе wrong side of town Whack an opp and spin off, fuck it, we at Duffy house "Thеy're just some lil' kids, P, calm down" Fuck that, his age doesn't matter, he's a goner She brought me ten racks back and I ain't even store her number Stop talkin' like you shot callin', bro, he's a store runner You think you safe at that spot, we for sure comin' [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Miss me with that shit, it won't never be no peace treaty I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy He ain't really what he seems, we'll feed him to the streets He think it's sweet, I had to crush his Reeses Pieces, that's simply (Shit) One-sixty in the 'Benz before crash think about catchin' me, shit He ain't really what he seem, we'll feed him to the streets, ugh (Shit, nigga) On the highway with a stove, had to bop-bop bleed him (Shit, bitch) I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy [Verse 2: Duffy] Prayin' on my downfall, keep dreamin' For the win, nigga, no, we don't get even I just got the drop, we on a nigga block, I'm finna bleed it Ballin' hard, we the MVP's this season Shit, the fuck wrong with him? Mud walkin', that's the muddy mose' in me Showboatin', sorry, it's just our turn, nigga Sink a nigga ship, it's like an iceberg hit him We've been stallin' niggas out, niggas know that's over with I just bought a fifty shot, I'm finna split a nigga wig I be smashin' in the foreign whip, we got a couple sticks I'm LA's Fresh Prince, these other niggas bad for business Two hundred on the dashboard, ain't no keepin' up Any snake, rat, or Judas, we gon' tie him up Get a nigga head blown, he think he slimy, huh? Do it right, bitch, ain't no survivin' when we come [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Miss me with that shit, it won't never be no peace treaty I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy He ain't really what he seems, we'll feed him to the streets He think it's sweet, I had to crush his Reeses Pieces, that's simply (Shit)