Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] Uh [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Mei Ling, I just chin strapped her Jibber jabber, Blue's a blabber mouth, we just bitch slapped him Keep your stick on you, nigga, this is LA A black belt from shootin' chops, where my sensei? I'm through that back door, hit him with a pump fake Rock and roll with it, Elvis Presley, time to hit the floor Jiggy with it, maneuver with my stiffler, I'm an evil villain How many uchies you gon' offer, what's your proposition? (Ron-Ron, do that shit) Lock and load, aim with precision, knock his sloppy joe Red and blue lights, go faster 'cause the Johnnies on us Silly opp, he thought this shit was sweet 'cause we in Bossa Nova Deep dished that nigga, red beams, put some toppings on him [Verse 2: Duffy] Go and tell your favorite rappers we just fucked 'em over Shaneyney hangin' with me, let me get to know her Ghetto boy, this forty ounce bounce, goin' dumb and dumber All this shit is regular to us, but it don't be normal Nigga You know the Stincs winnin' Nigga, why you sittin' on your ass? Go and chase some chicken Hit him with the K, think that nigga had an exorcism .223s, I guess we both Jordan, I hit him with Pippen Nigga, it's the Grim Adventures Nigga out his mind, he don't think I'ma come with a stiffler Big nigga talkin' like he stupid, I made him get little Niggas always sugar coatin' shit, if I said it, I meant it [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] If it ain't about the uchies or the fashion, ain't fittin' my interest Bro, why you tryna diss the Stincs? Nigga, change them lyrics Stincs at the waves and the trench, just give up the gimick You either know or you don't, I ain't bein' specific Why you talkin' 'bout them mansions? Hit him with a steel chair if niggas lackin' they credentials White sheets, chalk zone him, dispatcher get the stencil Pocket rocket blast off, what is war outside of missile? [Verse 4: Duffy] Shit Ain't they independent? How them lil' niggas hawk me? I only talk to Ben Frank, bitch, do not call me Scorin' like LaMelo, had to show 'em I'm a big baller Get a nigga whacked, he should've knew I was a shot caller Turned him to a pop locker, told him not to play with fire You ain't a Stinc, stay at home, we ain't fuckin' with outsiders [Outro: Duffy] Nigga We ain't fuckin' with no outsiders, nigga You know I can't trust none of these niggas Fuck Long live the Ruler You know the truth Nigga I ain't fuckin' with no outsiders