[Intro: Blue Pesos]

He don't be with the thugs

Shit

She's a punk rock bitch, ugh

Niggas know the truth

(Angel Heaven Sent)

Stop playin'

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs

She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no

If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs

Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser

You don't get dough nor hoes

Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door

Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score

Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Two hundred thousand off rap, no, sir, we not poor

Speed off in a foreign, ten blicks in the car

We gon' probably go to jail, bro don't stop at the light

You say Rami made the piece, I call fraud, niggas lyin'

My shooter walk in and start shootin' like he ISIS

Come and boogie with the thugs, we got this nigga gettin' hyphy

"Rap 'bout your life", bro, not what I do

Everything ain't what it seems, you wouldn't last in my shoes

For the freaksky, I'll hand drums to the youth

Bitch, I'm P, who are you? She like the fact that I'm rude

I'm off a four of that juice, move, I'm not in the mood

This is South Central LA, you gotta keep a tool

I hate a nigga always askin' where the hoes at?

Hundiddy bop-bop, here, let him hold that

P don't fool around, he the wrong nigga

Shit, let me show niggas

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs

She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no

If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs

Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser

You don't get dough nor hoes

Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door

Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score (Shit)

Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Where the smoke? Send the lo'

Green beam on my stick, what we on? This a go

Chasin' money, we ain't never chasin' hoes

She's a punk rock bitch, that's a no

Forty-ball on the floor, keep up, niggas slow

Don't be mad at your boy 'cause your bitch liked my post

Stick on me, I'll get him right, he move wrong

Really got it Off the Mussle, now I flex like I'm hope

Big strap, yeah, we know, back back, I'll blow

He finna do what? Niggas cap, no you won't

Nan more, I'm a winner, she gon' choose me over you

Bad bitches all rollin', beggin' me to come through

You could get the boot, bitch, you blew it

The winnin' team, I ain't fuckin' with no losers

I'm eatin' steak and lobster with the pistol on me

Ain't no fake politickin', we really get money

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

Leave him dancin' with the stars, come and boogie with the thugs

She's a punk rock bitch, and that's definitely a no

If you a ho or sit in the booth and came out with ten songs

Had to flash on a nigga, hands up, strike a pose, loser

You don't get dough nor hoes

Ask Susie and her sister, hoes kickin' through the door

Put the ball in my hands, and every play we gon' score

Every day, she laugh at you 'cause I'm really who she want