Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] This shit ain't nothin', you'll get flipped, nigga Model bitch, I just crossed her off my wishlist I be on bullshit, it's hard to give attention My heart gone, Rami piece where it should be Who you niggas be and where your head honcho? Drop a hundun, it's a no-fly zone Ain't shit funny and nah, we don't do the side jokin' In the ghetto, we'll pull up with the doors open Drop a threeski in a twenty, that's 'bout six hundred Just bring me money, nah, bitch, this ain't a dick appointment My lean habits, that could probably pay your rent for you Bart choked him on and I spent more than ten on it No fishbowls, even rеntals, we throw tint on 'em Don't let him in this car, I don't know, hе might snitch on us Dough beast pull up, just know we smokin' good cookie Headshot a nigga, shit, let him even look funny [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Drive a Benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto? Heard it's money on my head, stupid ridin' by myself Why you screamin' like a bitch, bro? Can't nobody help you They say you be worth too much, why you be ridin' through the ghetto? You drive a Benz coupe, why you pull up in the ghetto? Heard it's money on my head, stupid ridin' by myself Why you screamin' like a bitch, bro? Can't nobody help you They say you worth too much, why you be ridin' through the ghetto? [Verse 2: Duffy] Young nigga pullin' foreigns through the ghetto I don't trust a soul, they'll kill me if I let 'em Who this callin'? Oh, it's some more money? Shit, hello Got my mud brothers with me, I've been ballin' like LaMelo And I got that shit on, my people and them tellin' me I did it Bitch, I'm a nigga and we still be in the trenches Cup holder full of blues, blick on me, I'm on Central I'm a hood star, nigga want a quick picture with me, shit Competition? Yeah, his mind playin' tricks on him Ghetto heathens walkin' in this bitch, yeah, we too icy He a goofy, she gon' give the drop to me Big guns and bad bitches at the backyard boogie Fat daddies in the house party, nigga, don't be a loud mouth Wrong move, we goin' up and every nigga with me down for it From the East to the West ringin' bells, we them one niggas Shoot the fully with my right hand 'til it's nothin' left, nigga I'm a street nigga, really from the ghetto The last nigga thought I was acting got stepped on He a bitch, knock him out of his stilettos I'm not to be slept on, try me, he finito, ugh