Blacc Belt OTM

[Intro]
(Viper)
(Durag straight slappin' shit)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
What's up with niggas? They ain't 'bout nothin'
They just pump fakers, who bangers, clout chasers
I need the Ben Franklins, otherwise, bitch, save it
I sense the pressure in my rear, who gon' come face me?
You still mad about that shit? Ain't y'all old ladies?
These niggas actin' kinda janky like they off rabies
You off the shit, sold the drugs, do you sniff Sharpies?
Dark coupes back to back, we all carpoolin'
Tried to hit me with the okey-doke, so foolish
We brought cannons, bro, do you know we shoot movies?
If I'm a bitch, come and show me, nigga, go and prove it
Get the bag, paisa dance, I get so groovy
Drac' poppin' out the cut with the dual Rugers
Backdoor kickin', where the loot? Hand it all over
Sorry, mama, Johnny had to go, he had a bright future
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no uchies, you for sure lost me

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous
It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt
"P, chill out, please", what do that mean?
Why you handin' him that gun? He look quite nervous
It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt
"P, chill out, please", what do that mean?
Shit
It was a mission complete, then we burned rubber
Drop somethin', nigga, if you tryna earn your black belt