Stinc team b*tch off the mussle

(aye)

[Verse 1: Bluepesos]

We certified i ain't gotta speak n*ggas know the mussle ()

Grab the duct tape n*Ggas weird put the muzzle on him

Ain't no sympathy for opps, why you looking puzzled?

A thousand ways to make money, i got many hustles

Kick door specialist, you know we brought the weapons in

N*gga don’t be testing us, im chillin where them felons is

The flu flammers and street n*ggas totting all the street sweepers

You know we brought the heat with us i advice you not to be silly

Tricky ball play karate chop shout out sensei

Im in love with maе ling anything so we can get paid

4 mop sticks we finna clеan his house we brought 4 maids

Any reason on the gang drop a hunnid, that’s a fair trade

[Chorus: Bluepesos]

N*gga tryna fade come and box with these shell cases

Talking out his neck, he get flipped for them weird phrases

Stomped his head in the ground he need some new braces

Anything to the blue faces im a strip taker

He's a risk taker got a k ,we gon switch blade him

Four letters white T we made that n*gga street famous

Packing 12 gauges homerun i stole 3 bases

He gon get his top blown for them mean faces

[verse 2: Duffy]

223's in his head he ain't finna make it

See some M's in my future im starting to taste it

Fly n*gga b*tches throwing pussy ,so why would i chase it?

If this rap sh*t don’t work then it’s back to the basics

N*ggas know that time is money im not finna waste it

Seen him with the old chain them b*tches was ancient

N*ggas broke so they sad ,the bluest of faces

Im riding in the back with the k this foreign is spacious

Ain't no superhero n*gga this is not no marvel

Try to run up on the team? he losing his marbles

Walk a n*gga down all he saw was the chains and the sparkles

Left him swimming stashed his Glock in the (?) in a harbour

N*ggas rapping fairy tales rip to the author

Your n*gga never competition his hoodie from marshals

Got the devil with me think he should turn on some gospel

All these old n*ggas talking, i'll turn em into fossils

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]

He don't see this blower pocking? he want me to pop it

50 to his chest the other 50 went right to his (knogen)

Dark coupes and dark tints like we came with Obama

Black gloves and ski mask we equipped when we flocking

Window pocking veratrin aye bro where the camera's is?

Dragging out a safe, aye Duffy where we stashing this?

Capping in your raps all these bunk n*ggas counter fit

You still wearing Nike sweat suits get a better fit

[verse 4: Duffy]

All them songs with no slaps that's embarrassing

I ain't worried about no n*gga we ahead of them

Life is excellent this Wok E cup is delicate

He could die you should tell him who he messing with

Chop get to touching on these n*ggas its affectionate

He caught like 32 shots, that's a estimate

Who this n*gga in our section? can i help you kid?

N*ggas thinkin they f*ck with us i ain't heard nothing yet