[Intro]
(Verse2)
(Holy1k)
(Los Angeles exclusive)
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Code Red, they got P in the building
You don't even own a strap, how you killing?
If these niggas is my sons, I beat children
I'm 'bout a bag, niggas fightin' 'bout these bitches
Don't get me madder than that, I'm big chilling
Six niggas wanna try it, six victims
No heroes, I looked up to super villans
Yeah, you rap, but you are not in our division
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
You are not like that at all, give it up before you fall
If you go against The Mussle, all it take is one call
Can't assosiate with lames, most niggas really losers
Had a dream you was gon' make it, oh, you think you Martin Luther?
Semi autos in the back, but as a kid, I had a Ruger
Ain't no losing, if you fucking with the team, we getting to it
Gamble now, I want your life, you finna lose it
Caught him lacking in the morning, he ain't get to hear that rooster
We outside, we really shooting, man, these niggas really goofy
Leave him sleeping with the fishes (Verse2), turn bitch niggas to sushi (Holy—)
That's just the way that life goes like Lil Uzi
First time she heard me rap, turn a bitch into a groupie
Why she tryna get attached? Bitches lame, acting looney
Hundiddy, that's a stack, get you stretched for your jewelery
Do the bitches always flock to OTM? I said usually
Don't influence me, I'm riding with the toolery, the foolery
The stick got a dick, I'm showing nudity
She bragging about her head and tellin' me what she gon' do to me
He need that beauty sleep, count these shells, he ain't counting sheep
Reach or make a move for my chains and I'm whacking him (Nigga)
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Code Red, they got P in the building
You don't even own a strap, how you killing?
If these niggas is my sons, I beat children
I'm 'bout a bag, niggas fightin' 'bout these bitches
Don't get me madder than that, I'm big chilling (Verse2)
Six niggas wanna try it, six victims (Holy1k)
No heroes, I looked up to super villans
Yeah, you rap, but you are not in our division
[Verse 2: ProjeckBabyTwin]
You are not in my division, you just rap, I'm really killing
Only worried 'bout a bag, why these bitches in they feelings?
Said he missed his dead homies so to Heaven where I sent him
Caught an opp lackin' in denim, why the fuck you shopping there?
We locked in my circle, all you niggas rock with squares
I don't even eat the pussy, told the bitch to chop her hair
Got a cold pocket rocket for these niggas pocket staring
I just saw your mans wear that same Rollie, why y'all sharing?
I'm a high-fashion killer, chipped an opp in a McLaren
Niggas steady telling folks he gon' strip me so I dared him
I'm not really really into texting, shooting shots, it's getting messy
He got hit with two 9s so I guess he's Wayne Gretzky
Cold purple in the building, me my gudda terrorising
Guess it's time to duck off, we just dropped another body
Cold purple in the building, me my gudda terrorising
Guess it's time to duck off, we just dropped another body
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Code Red, they got P in the building
You don't even own a strap, how you killing?
If these niggas is my sons, I beat children
I'm 'bout a bag, niggas fightin' 'bout these bitches
Don't get me madder than that, I'm big chilling (Verse2)
Six niggas wanna try it, six victims (Holy1k)
No heroes, I looked up to super villans
Yeah, you rap, but you are not in our division
[Verse 3: Duffy]
Code Red, Duffy walking in the booth
Why he tripppin'? Is he mad 'cause we the truth?
Should've shut his mouth, bet the blower make him mute
He ain't even got no rhythm, bet this bullet make him groove
What you got to lose? Hand it here or make the news
I ain't beefing 'bout no bitch, boy, I'm Mr. Make Her Choose
Think he heavy stepping? I'm strip him out his shoes
Nigga know them brand new, don't know why he look confused
Why you crying? What's the matter? Hot niggas, it's a hazard
In his hood, seen him walking, I don't know what happened after
All black like a panther, shitted on him, need a Pamper
He don't wanna get me hot, Glock throw a tantrum
Tell the opps I'm up a thousand, let's see who get it faster
You ain't on the winning squad, hope you ready for disaster
These niggas act hard, bitch left 'cause he a capper
Caught her off the backboard, finna dunk and make it shatter
Stepping to me stupid, he ain't know I had the blammer (Verse2)
Nigga talking like a dufus, nina itching, I'ma blast her (Holy1k)
Put some cheese on his head, he's a Packer
I cussed my granny out 'cause she was snitching to the pastor
Calling me for what? If it ain't dough then I don't answer
It's a challenge being active, I can't sit up in no slammer
I be gassing with a passion, niggas moving up the ladder
Niggas litty, get the lantern, every song we make a slapper
Go and get the yellow tape, Off The Mussle finna bleed 'em
Old goofy-ass boy, only Franklins, where Aretha?
I ain't stopping 'til I'm rich, nigga balling every season
He gon' give that addy up, baby girl just teased him
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Code Red, they got P in the building (On my mama, though)
You don't even own a strap, how you killing?
If these niggas is my sons, I beat children
I'm 'bout a bag, niggas fightin' 'bout these bitches
[Outro]
(Verse2)
(Holy1k)
(Los Angeles exclusive)