[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

I get jiggy on the beat, catch me in the booth with two drums

Knock-knock, bop-bop, we like who home?

Niggas poppin' hooplah, pop out and shoot somethin'

I need all the Caillous, pockets stuffed with blue hundreds

Nah, we was friends 'til I shot at him

Name a nigga fuckin' with me, what rapper?

It's the cold demons, I'll leave a nigga cliffhangin'

You ain't got that dough for me, you need to chill, baby

It's the drumline, here go Nick Cannon

Niggas tried to chip me, didn't matter, bitch, I'm still at it

Spin the block tweakin' like a pill addict

Mei Ling and Susie touchin' tongues, I had to chin strap 'em

What's that bulgin' out the bag? That's like 20K

Put cheese on his head likе he signed a deal with Green Bay

In thе jungle, you could catch me with a mink sweater

Stupid chop on me, he been held back three classes

Pop out with the K, I'll turn LA to Iraq

He tryna beat the bitch 'cause my number in her iPad

Niggas rap good but, really, where your street cred'?

Bullets start flyin' through the air, he better think fast, ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot

You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad

You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop

You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad

You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?

You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad

They won't never say it's smoke to my face

But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad

Shit

Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad

You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad

Shit

You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad

They won't never say it's smoke in my face

But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad (Bitch, you know the truth)

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Shit, chill out, Brad

Lame nigga, yeah, you better have your hall pass

We be laughin', countin' chicken, niggas mad

I ain't worried 'bout it, though, Pippy Long on my lap

Pullin' foreigns back to back, got my strap in my mat

Chain dance, diamonds lookin' like they divin', niggas splash

We these rapper niggas' ass, why can't niggas face the facts?

One sixty, hit the dash, mud spillin', I won't crash

You niggas really down bad, yeah, it's sad but it's true

I'm a nigga, you a nobody, bro, who asked you?

Beefin' with the cold demons, be expectin' bad news

It's a perfect slow jam for me to boogie down to

Shit, niggas bums, niggas through

Wrong move, might get blew up out his boots out the blue

It ain't nothin' new, been had, bitch, we've been the truth

Whack him and his bro, good try to him and him too

Ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot

You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad

You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop

You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad

You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?

You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad

They won't never say it's smoke to my face

But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad

Shit

Niggas bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad

You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad

Shit

You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad

They won't never say it's smoke in my face

But behind closed doors, niggas snakes, but good try, Brad