[Intro: Blue Pesos]

Stop playin' (Reconboy)

These niggas know what the fuck goin' on

It's regular

(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer

I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha

I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers

Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'

A nigga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on

Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due

I'll go nuts in this bitch and crack his cashew

What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Turn it to a fully, we got mop sticks for bullies

Foreign cars, bad bitches, VVS diamond jewelry

Lose the attitude, sorry, bae, but you blew it

Stupid, I just brought the Ryu, Tеkken, Hadouken

Face front down likе he belly flopped

Handin' drums to the youth, oh, you shouldn't have

She in that foreign suckin' dick, sorry, sir, she can't answer

I'm slidin' up on all my goons with me to the playground

Goyard backpack, no, this ain't a spray ground

Turn nothin' into somethin', used to thug in public housing

Two hundred bands to see her 'lone, I think it's time for an accountant

Want juice, I've been shittin', in a week, that's ten thousand

Bitches over money, niggas movin' ass backwards

I just upped a thirty ball, niggas lookin' mad sour

A cold day in Hell when I bring the Boomhauer

Why you postin' throwbacks, nigga? Get some new money, ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer

I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha

I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers

Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'

A nigga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on

Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due

I'll go nuts in this bitch and crack his cashew (Huh, nigga)

What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?

[Verse 2: Duffy]

The nigga with the bag on him, yeah, I'm that dude

Get your head in the game, son, you know cash rules

Hit his bitch two years ago, you mad, fool?

The opps weird? Oh, ayy, we finna pass through

Bet it burn, I just turned him into Usher

Be them lil' niggas that turn nothin' into something

Shit, thuggin' by our lonely, niggas phonies

Stick on me, I just did a nigga bad, holey moly

Holyfield just tried to box with me, now he in the ground

Hollow rounds made a nigga dance like he Chris Brown

They say we think we bigger than the program

Independent, I get chicken like I signed with Motown

Shit, ballin' on these niggas, ain't it obvious?

My dick up in her mouth, bro, please, stop callin' her

We ballin' on these niggas, ain't it obvious?

Move in silence, niggas fakin' for the audience, shit

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer

I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha

I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers

Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'

A nigga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on

Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due

I'll go nuts in this bitch and crack his cashew

What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?