Red Carpet OTM (Ft. Ralfy the Plug)

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(Jim James, that's my DJ)
You know the truth

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Roll the red carpets in the Rolls out, the Stincs here
Bop-bop, Willie Nelson with me on the one ten
Drived him with a bottle, that’s that real grown-man business
Louis taliban in the jungle with a street sweeper
Five-SeveNs left him bow legged and his face shifted
Real Stinc meaner to the bone, bitch, I hate niggas
Down on my knee, aim down like I'm James Bond
Mop sticks draggin' with the Ajax, stay down
Sped off, missed your success, left a frown on him
Stick and move elite with my chop, feel like Mayweather
PTSD, I get nervous but I can’t tell you
Guaranteed chop leave him stretched with a broke spirit
Stincs Got It Off the Mussle playin' through the whole city
Chopsticks, mop sticks, hit him, Benihanas flipped
Chip Skylark'd a hater nigga, told him, "Make a wish"
Better luck next time, shit, that was a good attempt

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Roll the red carpets in the Rolls out, the Stincs here
Crept up on his block, the boogeyman out, stay down
Speakin' on the team like he bold and he caught rounds
It's clear the bitch busy, leave her 'lone, she gon' call you back
Roll the red carpets in the Rolls out, the Stincs here
Crept up on his block, the boogeyman out, stay down
Speakin' on the team like he bold and he caught rounds
It’s clear the bitch busy, leave her ’lone, she gon' call you back
Shit
Roll the red carpets in the Rolls out, the Stincs here
Shit
Crept up on his block, the boogeyman out, stay down
Nigga
Speakin’ on the team like he bold and he caught rounds
Shit
It's clear the bitch busy, leave her 'lone, she gon' call you back