Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Uh (Viper) They know what the fuck goin' on (Run that back, West) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Don't speak in this room, who is you, nigga? I kicked the door down, that's Sue Yung, so Bruce Lee kicks Gone in a split second They say he just a store runner, so? Teach him gymnastics Pippy sleepwalkin', Wock got me so drowsy A gang member, where he say he from? It doesn't matter (For real) We shoot guns, we ain't finna rap battle Niggas pump fakin', stop flexin' that lil' rental, shit Them niggas broke, leave me 'lone, I just don't get it Ayy, Wes, pour my cup to the top, make sure you don't spill it My shootеr got no brain, he got at least two screws missin' Hе don't like to beef, taste this kung pao chicken The Stincs said, "We just turned a thug into a pole dancer" It's regular foreigns in the lot and flexin' gold diamonds Stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy Tried to run up on the chop, nigga so silly (Shit) [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Save the dissin' on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings (For real) Quit flexin' on the 'Gram for your fans, you be lyin', nigga (Shit) It's regular foreigns in the lot, I'm flexin' gold diamonds Stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy [Verse 2: Duffy] Shit, we just did a nigga so grimy Dough getter, R.I.P. another shoe shiner Flu flammer, know you heard about my cosigner Bling blaow, diamonds dancin' with no lighting Couple racks on me, show these niggas how to ball Whatever comes with this life, shit, I want it all No hard feelings, bitch, I don't got feelings at all With this chop, I'm like a ninety-nine overall Niggas know the truth, and it ain't no way around it Niggas can't fuck with us, I'm done talkin' 'bout it Blitz a nigga, he got hit stick, John Madden Just know if niggas get flatlined, he asked for it Niggas mad at us 'cause they know we the allstars I just left a nigga in my rear, we in a push start Big dogs, we would all bite, we do not bark Mop with me, I'll blow a nigga down in Walmart, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Save the dissin' on the 'Gram, it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings at all, bro) Quit flexin' on the 'Gram, you be lyin', nigga (Stop it, bitch, it's not) Highly doubt it 'Cause niggas be bums I kicked the door down, that's Sue Yung, so Bruce Lee kicks, uh It's regular foreigns in the lot, I'm flexin' gold diamonds Stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy