As Usual OTM

[Verse 1: Bluepesos]
It's just Gang n em hopping out them trucks
It’s just a few sticks pack up in the trunk
Mr. Hoe slapper, put my foot up on her neck
Niggas dumbfounded, caught this thunder slam to his chest
Talking crazy on the beat, I guess we back to the usual
Sneak diss the gang wanna see what we gon' do to him?

[Verse 2: Duffy & Bluepesos]
We ain't talking bout’ him, I'on know about no funerals
Nigga think he finna get a pass, he delusional
Shots fired, it's confusing em, I'm smoking who he losing to
Cannon singing at him, it's a movie and a musical
Shutting niggas up, any loud nigga mutable
Fake niggas bummy, I'll hang him like the crucible
No sir officer, it's nothing in the car
I'm just on my way to rap, ain’t no guns, that’s bizarre
Tryna box with the chops, step to me I'm finna spark
Pistol whipped him in his head, left that nigga seeing stars

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]
I’on care who own the club, we brought sticks up in this bitch
We caught him slipping early morning, guarantee he missed his shift
The last nigga tried to beef, we had that nigga sheading tears
Why these old niggas hating? Sit down, drink a beer
Off The Mussle who they fear, they dont really want no problems
Gang left him laid out, you see that white chalk around him?
We gon' strip him for his dollars, rock him, sock him, side-pop him
Gang came with ten choppers, all steaks from Benihanas