[Intro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

Yeah, nigga

Niggas know

Come and take a walk with me

Good lookin', Zay

(Coronado on the beat)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Come and walk with me

Fullies knockin' down bullies, know he walk different

He tryna run up on the chop, is he on somethin'?

They like, "P, calm it down, you know it's kids watchin'"

Niggas, they don't want problems

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

All my niggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms

Nigga

Grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him

Any greasy thoughts 'bout our chains, we gon' dome shot him

Too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if I need uchies

Mei Ling just bought a new beam and a Glock for me

Take his head off and hit the dash, I hear the cops comin'

I don't wanna do you like Ricky, nigga, stop runnin'

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

Smackdown, you got your chest out, taste these mac [?]

I'll Johnny Cage kick this nigga head, he get to loud mouthin'

Put a muzzle on 'em, niggas talk too much, we finna dog walk 'em

Chalk zone him, get the car warm and hit the 1-10

Stripped for a pole dancer

Gunsmoke flowin' out the K, you know it cause cancer

Sack size, get the big MACs and the long stretcher

Nigga

Big drums for slick words, he's a news header

Stincs the trendsetters, you look good, that make you feel better?

Steppin' with a message, big weapons, I'm a true menace

P a shit talker, talkin' crazy, bitch, I'm arrogant

The opp is no longer, ain't no sorries, that's the end of it

Doin' niggas dirty, I'm a sinner, I don't got feelings

Street sweeper, monkey nuts with it, ain't no stock, ain't it?

Cryin' like a bitch when we shot him and we mock victims

Hall-of-fame stats, spinnin' blocks with this four nickel

[Verse 3: Duffy]

You niggas make this shit look hard, this shit is so simple

Nigga tryna pull up on the Stincs, bring a rope with you

Broke pieces shinin', shots fired, now his phone missin'

I just smoked a nigga in my Christians, we some known sinners

Tryna smack another goofy, who gon' volunteer?

Passin' niggas up, shit, it's tough, it's only been a year

Had to get my point across, now the air is clear

Police-ass nigga asking questions, bro, we out of here

I don't trust these rapper-ass niggas, don't be askin' weird

One wrong move, chop singin' like it's Britney Spears

Broke niggas, tell me 'bout it

Don't speak on the Team, I ain't never heard your name, you ain't never active

Street niggas came from dough knockin', we just good at rappin'

[?] out an SUV, that's perfect for target practice

I heard that nigga tryna pop it, that's gon' come with problems

Double D's on the chop, I came in here with Dame Dolla

If it's beef, we gon' turn it to a chimichanga

New money, new bitches, still the same drama

Money come first, my bitch know that she my second option

Dough getters, bitch, we came up from the low bottoms

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

All my niggas dough goblins, came up from the low bottoms

Bitch, nigga (Ayy)

Grab the black coach and the black mask, we finna low chop him

Any greasy thoughts 'bout our chains, we gon' dome shot him

Too greedy, taste the lemon squeeze if I need uchies

Mei Ling just bought a new beam and a Glock for me

Take his head off and hit the dash, I hear the cops comin'

I don't wanna do you like Ricky, nigga, stop runnin'

[Outro: Duffy]

Mei Ling just bought a new Glock and a beam for me

That nigga dumb than a bitch, ayy, look

Good lookin' out, though

Sue Yung

Both of y'all, I think she was with her sister, on gang

What he say?

Ayy, let me see that bitch

Yeah

Yeah