El Chapo OTM

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Bitch, ugh
(Evince)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Shit, I feel like El Chapo
I keep a stick in the Louis, I brought a back too
It's a drum on the chop, what would that do?
The Stinc Team don't do weenies, you should get lost, bitch
This nigga funny
Come by and say hi, these niggas wouldn't
'Cause they couldn't
If they pull up on that shit, we gon' blow 'em
Knock a nigga head off, small talk, we don't do it
Niggas got all this hate while I make a move on 'em (Shit)
Bitch, shut the fuck up
I'm a joint in the hood with my chains, nigga, so what?
Whack a nigga broad day, sped off, made his car race
Made a hundred on the one-ten, a strap with no car license
The streets eat you up, just remember, bro, don't call
I'm outside on Live, havin' fun, I am not hidin'
Just know if you see some Crips with me, they might kill somethin'
Nevermind, I'm just kiddin', I was wildin', huh?
Ayy, let me use your gun, I gotta make a run
Stinkmeaner with a K, I just soul snatched him
Watch a nigga soul shatter, I'm cut from a cold fabric
Cannon make him scream like a bitch, he's a cold actress
Ballin' with the Stincs not likely, nigga, go practice
Served him with the chop then order up that steak platter