[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Bitch
Shit
(Had to go and run it up like T)
Why you rockin' cough syrup? Ain't you an enemy?
Foreigns in the lot, loose leaf, blowin' ten deep
We ain't comin' from no scuffle, nigga, beat the block
If I blow your ass down with this mini Drac (Shit)
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?"
Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?"
Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet (Shit)
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg (Shit)
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Nigga, take it back
You got what? You from where? We can take it there (Shit)
Nigga, run it back
We just fucked his week up with this automatic
Don't this got a sport plus? Nigga, go faster
Chop suey, pulled it out the Louis, hit this whole hundred
Niggas thugs for the music but be straight bitches
A hundred thousand in a duffel, not a K bustin', ugh
Lean with it, rock with it
.40 in my hand, play that slow jam, I'm John Lennon
Why y'all quiet? Niggas ain't gon' call him out on it?
Never mind, it's all good, nigga, stop talkin'
Keep your mouth shut 'fore I have to duct tape it
Few Crips I could call, bro, I need a favor
Niggas straight pump fakers, clout chasers, no thank you
Be grateful you ain't end up in a box, why is you complainin'?
Bitch
Shit
(Had to go and run it up like T)
Why you rockin' cough syrup? Ain't you an enemy?
Foreigns in the lot, loose leaf, blowin' ten deep
We ain't comin' from no scuffle, nigga, beat the block
If I blow your ass down with this mini Drac (Shit)
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?"
Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?"
Pour that mud up, exotic pop with the Quagen in it, ugh
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg
I ain't gon' blow his head off, that's a for sure bet (Shit)
"Ayy, P, what you do on the daily?" Pour that mud up
I just did a nigga ruthless, hit the stanky leg (Shit)
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Nigga, take it back
You got what? You from where? We can take it there (Shit)
Nigga, run it back
We just fucked his week up with this automatic
Don't this got a sport plus? Nigga, go faster
Chop suey, pulled it out the Louis, hit this whole hundred
Niggas thugs for the music but be straight bitches
A hundred thousand in a duffel, not a K bustin', ugh
Lean with it, rock with it
.40 in my hand, play that slow jam, I'm John Lennon
Why y'all quiet? Niggas ain't gon' call him out on it?
Never mind, it's all good, nigga, stop talkin'
Keep your mouth shut 'fore I have to duct tape it
Few Crips I could call, bro, I need a favor
Niggas straight pump fakers, clout chasers, no thank you
Be grateful you ain't end up in a box, why is you complainin'?
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