[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Yeah, it cost to be the boss, let's put a price on it

I heard you dissed the Stincs, how you wanna go 'bout it?

Go on and reach for this ice, you gettin' hot lava

I ain't even want the bitch, she had high mileage

She wanna fuck, she see the chain, this cost Stinc [?]

I'll never get money with you niggas 'cause y'all bad business

Yeah, I'm a rapper with the shits, I'll strip niggas

What happened? Thought I seen you on the 'Gram, you was gon' blitz niggas

Pissed on his self, he terrorized, he made a run for it

A shit talker, bitch, do you know me? I got a mouth [?]

I got the slap on me, ain't no goin' back for that nigga

Spin the block again, chops out, this nigga asked for it

Make her tear it off, purse first, you know my name, bitch

P as in Pesos, loud talk, his brain gone

Niggas act like fools, put this K to his mango

Tough guy peeped a punchline, R.I.P. Johnny Bravo

This shit that I seen you can't fathom, only God knows

Pablo Escobar, rap money, trappin' hard

Rich, send them to the stores, water on me, Noah's Ark

Randy Moss, go long, we ran off with the scoreboard

The opps is gettin' so borin', jokes like Martin Lawrence

She reachin' for the stickler, where's the loaf? You is too horny

Two chops on me, flu flammers, there's a fair warning

I wear what I want, I might bring back Ed Hardy

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Shit

I guess it's time to get started

Player of the game, obviously niggas can't guard me

She ain't show me nothin' special, shawty been lost me

Pull up with a drum, tell his mama, "I am so sorry"

Double parked in her driveway, it's a sleepover

Evil thoughts, should I kill this nigga? Let me think on it

Too elite, can't no broke old nigga preach to me

We and P both shootin', that's a jinx, ain't it?

Stay dangerous, we be turnin' opps into cliffhangers

Cold demon, freeze the block, left a snow angel

Pile drive Mei Ling for the bag like I'm Kurt Angle

Flu flam, left flipped over couches and turned tables

"Duffy, can you come and see me?" Bitch, no thank you

She kind of bad but she broke, that's a no bueno

Joe Flacco, throw some bullets at him, I'm a quarterback

Oh, that's your gang? Nah, bro, we never heard of that

Coachin' hoes, bitch, perform well or hit a lap

You ain't never whack nothin', you should stop the cap

How the fuck that boy survive? Let's go double back

I be with killers, he's still worried 'bout a follow back

Where the opps at? I'm showboatin' with this hudiddy

Dilly on me, we on Western Ave, come and act silly

Really got the city in a headlock, no kizzy

Hit his car up like Tupac, nigga, no Biggie

Pizza party, we at Johnny house, finna deep dish him

Bravo, check the scoreboard, we gon' keep winnin'

We at Kim Juan kitchen for the orange chicken

Long live the cold devil, we gon' keep sinnin'