R&B Singer OTM

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Stop playin' (Reconboy)
These niggas know what the fuck goin' on
It's regular
(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer
I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha
I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers
Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'
A nigga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on
Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due
I'll go nuts in this bitch and crack his cashew
What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Turn it to a fully, we got mop sticks for bullies
Foreign cars, bad bitches, VVS diamond jewelry
Lose the attitude, sorry, bae, but you blew it
Stupid, I just brought the Ryu, Tеkken, Hadouken
Face front down likе he belly flopped
Handin' drums to the youth, oh, you shouldn't have
She in that foreign suckin' dick, sorry, sir, she can't answer
I'm slidin' up on all my goons with me to the playground
Goyard backpack, no, this ain't a spray ground
Turn nothin' into somethin', used to thug in public housing
Two hundred bands to see her 'lone, I think it's time for an accountant
Want juice, I've been shittin', in a week, that's ten thousand
Bitches over money, niggas movin' ass backwards
I just upped a thirty ball, niggas lookin' mad sour
A cold day in Hell when I bring the Boomhauer
Why you postin' throwbacks, nigga? Get some new money, ugh