Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (Jit cooked this one) (Run that back, West) You should save your funny questions, keep it pushin', that's best I got post traumatic stress, give me seven feet of space You askin' what happened to who? I ain't got nothin' to say Take a look in his eyes, you could see that he afraid [Chorus: Blue Pesos] I'll slam Susie on her back, I'm Triple H He tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil' game It's a disaster on the block, tell the kids, "Look away" Let a tall nigga play, I might pistol whip an ape [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I'm might swiss cheese a rental if he pull up lookin' janky Here's five thousand for you, anything to make my day You can't hit what's in this cup and no, it's not no lemonade What's up, family? Down goes Frasier, hit me with that phrase Shit, that type of language is forsaken I'm on an uchie mission, bitch, so I ain't got no time to waste If you ain't hoein', keep it movin', we don't do no renegades Anybody out with the Mexicans, I'm MoneySign Suede, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] I'll slam Susie on her back, I'm Triple H He tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil' game It's a disaster on the block, tell the kids, "Look away" Let a tall nigga play, I might pistol whip an ape (Shit) I'll slam Susie on her back, I'm Triple H (Shit) He tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil' game (Shit) It's a disaster on the block, tell the kids, "Look away" (Nigga, shit) Let a tall nigga play, I might pistol whip an ape, ugh (Shit) [Verse 2: Duffy] We ain't even finna play Niggas hate us, but ain't nothin' finna change Make the wrong move, you can meet the heaven's gates Cannon on me, life a movie every day These niggas fake, niggas always pump fakin' Try your luck, but I am not the one to play with Bop-bop bled the block, the scene was X-rated I just tombstoned Susie, I guess I'm the Undertaker Shit, got these niggas tappin' out I'm a nigga, if I'm comin', they ain't finna pat me down OTM dropped an album, that's the hottest shit around Bully breakers in the bag, we ain't never backin' down Niggas knew that, though, comin' with my Glock and my goons Niggas know what's goin' on, Pippy Long in the booth Niggas envious, they sit at home and watch my every move Niggas playin' both sides and switchin' up like it's cool Come and wrestle with my chopsticks, they know MMA Broke nigga with no section, I'ma drown him in some eight Keep the truth alive, you know we doin' shows in LA You'll get chipped, Frito-Lay, nigga, stay up out our way, ugh [Chorus: Blue Pesos] I'll slam Susie on her back, I'm Triple H He tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil' game It's a disaster on the block, tell the kids, "Look away" Let a tall nigga play, I might pistol whip an ape (Shit) I'll slam Susie on her back, I'm Triple H (Shit) He tryna go tit for tat, we could play that lil' game (Shit) It's a disaster on the block, tell the kids, "Look away" (Hm) Let a tall nigga play, I might pistol whip an ape, ugh [Outro] (Jit cooked this one) (Run that back, West)