Touchable Freestyle OTM

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable

Used to slap his music 'til we found out he was touchin' kids

Niggas in my DMs, who is that? He don't want no beef

We know the truth, the truth hurts, he don't be in the streets

I ain't wanna have to do it to him, can't whine, just bought the chopsticks, spill his ramen noodles

Pump faker turn that shit off, we don't play that music

Brain splattered on my dumpster like it's gettin' brutal

Independent, no deal, bitch, who really winnin'?

Every day we gettin' new cheese, why you penny-pinchin'?

He can't claim the Stinc team, I know he sick of livin'

Tragic stories, long poems, fuck a happy ending

Niggas back for business (Brother Douglas, we don't do those)

He's a big dog, I'm aimin' seven cannons at his blue nose

They like, "Pesos you a fool or he's a Mickey Mouse"

I bought them street sweets for him and Goofy

Funny guy, he turned his white tee to a tiger

Keep silent, I hear another word out you, I'ma chastise you

I don't know how I come up with this shit, I be freestylin'

Damn P, calm it down, niggas ceasefire

They won't believe what I did behind that sweet smile

While you kicks through the door, have you ever heard of Street Fighter?

We run the city, I don't know why niggas keep tryin'

We know you never outside, so you can keep hidin'

Ain't no ballin' with the Stincs, we use Elite sliders

I got a Big Mac on, he finna deep fry 'em

Get a job or somethin', nigga, you's a shoe shiner

I don't wrestle with this chop, I'ma hit him with a pile dryer