[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?)
(What?)
You know the truth, bitch
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'?
Who's that lookin' through the window? That's them heathens
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
Be aware of who you messin' with
Shit
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'?
Who's that lookin' through the window? That's them heathens
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
Be aware of who you messin' with
Shit
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'? Shit
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Knock-knock, bop-bop, Susie want a quickie with me
Who's that bouncin' out them foreigns? It's them rich rappers
The flu flammers, the Stinc Team
Ring-ring, ding-ding, VVSs bling-bling
Somewhere up with Ling Ling, in a foreign with a heatseeker
"Damn, P, it's 4 a.m., I'm tired and my feet bleedin'"
Reachin' for these diamonds, must be drunk, what is he drinkin'?
OTM dropped that tape, now his head steamin'
An awful lot of cough syrup spill, go on and grab the mop
Know you be hangin' with 'em, I seen you with the opps
Put a dime on the back burner, I don't even got the time
It cost to be the boss and niggas never paid the price, ugh
(What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?)
(What?)
You know the truth, bitch
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'?
Who's that lookin' through the window? That's them heathens
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
Be aware of who you messin' with
Shit
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'?
Who's that lookin' through the window? That's them heathens
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
Be aware of who you messin' with
Shit
Who's that knockin'? Who's that creepin'? Shit
The Too Greedy bastards, flu flammin' champions
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Knock-knock, bop-bop, Susie want a quickie with me
Who's that bouncin' out them foreigns? It's them rich rappers
The flu flammers, the Stinc Team
Ring-ring, ding-ding, VVSs bling-bling
Somewhere up with Ling Ling, in a foreign with a heatseeker
"Damn, P, it's 4 a.m., I'm tired and my feet bleedin'"
Reachin' for these diamonds, must be drunk, what is he drinkin'?
OTM dropped that tape, now his head steamin'
An awful lot of cough syrup spill, go on and grab the mop
Know you be hangin' with 'em, I seen you with the opps
Put a dime on the back burner, I don't even got the time
It cost to be the boss and niggas never paid the price, ugh
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