[Intro: Blue Pesos]

Bitch, ugh

(Evince)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Shit, I feel like El Chapo

I keep a stick in the Louis, I brought a back too

It's a drum on the chop, what would that do?

The Stinc Team don't do weenies, you should get lost, bitch

This nigga funny

Come by and say hi, these niggas wouldn't

'Cause they couldn't

If they pull up on that shit, we gon' blow 'em

Knock a nigga head off, small talk, we don't do it

Niggas got all this hate while I make a move on 'em (Shit)

Bitch, shut the fuck up

I'm a joint in the hood with my chains, nigga, so what?

Whack a nigga broad day, sped off, made his car race

Made a hundred on the one-ten, a strap with no car license

The streets eat you up, just remember, bro, don't call

I'm outside on Live, havin' fun, I am not hidin'

Just know if you see some Crips with me, they might kill somethin'

Nevermind, I'm just kiddin', I was wildin', huh?

Ayy, let me use your gun, I gotta make a run

Stinkmeaner with a K, I just soul snatched him

Watch a nigga soul shatter, I'm cut from a cold fabric

Cannon make him scream like a bitch, he's a cold actress

Ballin' with the Stincs not likely, nigga, go practice

Served him with the chop then order up that steak platter

[Verse 2: Duffy]

We just dropped another opp, since the last nigga didn't matter

Blue tips french kissed a nigga, it was so romantic

We really actin', they keep talkin' like they really active

Jiggy with it, stick and move, me and Pippy dancin'

We don't follow niggas' rules, we got too much juice

I'll bop bleed for the dough, I'm too cool for school

Big bag on me, walkin' out of Wells Fargo

Big chop on me, he got hit with El Chapo

What he say up in my DM? Bro, that better be a typo

Niggas sound like the police, for sure we don't do those

Talk to me wrong, chalk zone him, know he John Doe

Cold demon, bitch, the cold devil, me, and God know

I don't feel bad, though, I'm just a bully breaker

Hit him with the K, but now hit my paisa dance on him

Stincs still packin', I ain't blow your plans, did I?

His homie got robbed, they probably not fans of us (Bitch)

Anything you say, you better stand on it

He don't got a blick or did his shit just jam on him?

She know the truth, she gon' throw the fatty on me

I just bought another chop, I can't wait to get up on him (Shit)