[Intro: Blue Pesos]
It is what it is, don't question me
Not only do I got the sauce, bitch, I made the recipe
I don't even fuck the bitch no more, quit textin' me
Thought it was all fun and games 'til we stretched the kid
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do
Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon
You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof?
We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses
Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do
Any wеapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon
You say you gettin' it, whеre's the dough? Where's the proof?
We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Hold my badge just to make her feel exclusive
We been the truth, but I thought you niggas knew this
Never alone, but I'ma shoot with my shooters
If it's beef, let me know when the food here
Fat loose leafs out the pound, you smokin' toothpicks
Big foreigns slidin', you postin' vids in a Buick
Swagu plates for two hundreds, what is Ruth Chris?
Got the moves, I'll flip a panda bear with bamboo sticks
What we on? Pourin' mud inside the Urus
Expensive juice, in the coupe spillin' syrup
We still young, shit, we barely cracked the surface
Where the money? You don't got it, then you worthless
Jordan 1's on, I put .223s through his jersey
I don't even know her name and she keep claimin' that she know me
Sleazy thoughts, I'm a product of the codeine
Sport plus, zoom up off the block, fuck the police, ugh
It is what it is, don't question me
Not only do I got the sauce, bitch, I made the recipe
I don't even fuck the bitch no more, quit textin' me
Thought it was all fun and games 'til we stretched the kid
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do
Any weapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon
You say you gettin' it, where's the dough? Where's the proof?
We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses
Won't catch me doin' all that corny shit these niggas do
Any wеapons form against me, I'll get up with you soon
You say you gettin' it, whеre's the dough? Where's the proof?
We got the same twenty-four in a day, don't give excuses
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Hold my badge just to make her feel exclusive
We been the truth, but I thought you niggas knew this
Never alone, but I'ma shoot with my shooters
If it's beef, let me know when the food here
Fat loose leafs out the pound, you smokin' toothpicks
Big foreigns slidin', you postin' vids in a Buick
Swagu plates for two hundreds, what is Ruth Chris?
Got the moves, I'll flip a panda bear with bamboo sticks
What we on? Pourin' mud inside the Urus
Expensive juice, in the coupe spillin' syrup
We still young, shit, we barely cracked the surface
Where the money? You don't got it, then you worthless
Jordan 1's on, I put .223s through his jersey
I don't even know her name and she keep claimin' that she know me
Sleazy thoughts, I'm a product of the codeine
Sport plus, zoom up off the block, fuck the police, ugh
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