[Intro: Blue Pesos]

Shit

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

This a .9, ten shots'll do the job

He clocked out and never made it back from lunch

P an allstar, all these niggas ride the bench

Chip Skylark him, look wrong, please flinch, uh

It's that time, finna pop out with a new kit

Blue tips comin' out the fin for any loose lips

Always nervous, shit, even when I'm krozen

Hearin' voices in the booth, evil thoughts, I'm finna lose it (Shit, for real)

Mei Ling, I want a threesome, call Susie

Bet on my line, pull up to the sleepover, we got uchies

That lil' shakin' ass shit don't amuse me

I'm important, young niggas come and drill for mе, kill for me

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

They gon' spin the block again, thеy don't need to do no pill poppin'

I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops

[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit

They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'

For real

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers (Alright)

[Verse 2]

A lean junkie, I've been poured off juice

A Wockstar, I just poured my deuce

Stick pokin', loose leafs for the opps, we hoop

I'm XD, if you not, you blew

A loose screw, but I been did that

Brought two Glocks so we been spinned back

This real life on the East, no cap

This real life on the East, no cap

[Verse 3]

This chopper hit him from a distance, .223s

I ain't even wanna fuck the bitch, told her get her on her knees

If you want a verse from the kid, gotta pay me a fee

I'm tapped in from LA all the way to the D

Niggas just some bullshit and copped two to the chin

Niggas real Glock models, that's not how they live

I'm for my chip, I be thirsty tryna hit the field

Freaky bitch, all she good for is takin' dick

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'

I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops

[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit

They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'

For real

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers

[Verse 4: Duffy]

Shit, I'm in the cut with ten chops

Dough knockin', pill poppin', juice spillin', we got mops

Is you really gettin' money? We know niggas cap a lot

Lil' kids outside with four-fives on the block

We told you niggas watch, Off the Mussle for the win

A cold devil on my shoulder, God forgive me for my sins

I'm in the field boppin', told the bitch, "I need my ends"

Nigga, who want problems? We got Glocks and F&Ns

He ain't blendin' in, niggas give me hater vibes

If it's one thing for sure, I be on go and I'll slide

Spend the night with Mei Ling, yeah, we do this all the time

Blow a nigga down like Bin Laden if he tryin', uh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'

I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops

[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit

They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'

For real

Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers