[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Real thugs politicin', we don’t do the squares

Evil thoughts then this chop went upside his head

Four of mud, watch it drop, then hit my paisa dance

Told my shooter ain't trippin', do what’s necessary

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Off the Mussle, everything we do is legendary

Steppin' with my soldiers, this shit lookin' like the military

Get dough like Pillsbury, juice got me levitatin'

How bad we did that last nigga, it still got me nervous

Skinny nigga, but my pockets oversized

Serve a nigga, here's your slice of humble pie

Hood famous, еverywhere wе go get recognized

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]

Get put up in a box if we catch you fratenizer

Throwin' up them signs, now it's a pizza party

Batmobile coupe, no, we don't gotta use a key to start it

You lyin’ in good hands, don’t be stressed, we got this shit covered

Swervin', duckin’, crash, I just stole off on Mei Ling cousin

Slidin' all through traffic, you don't wanna see me reach under

Steppin' on they necks, hard to breathe with my feet on it

Money on his head, I got devs that’s gon' crash dummy

My shooter might slam into a wall if he don't smack somethin'

[Verse 4: Duffy]

Peepin', I'll show you, we get uchies like no other

Nigga, this the real mob, and I'ma ride for all my brothers

I came in with a thumper, we gon' get the block jumpin'

Take notes and learn how to turn nothin' into somethin', shit

'Bout my hundreds, I got Ben Frank with me

Stripper bitch got me wildin', I just made it rain on her

[Verse 5: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

I got two rich bitches, no time for neither of 'em

Shoot a dread off his head, and he gon' cry bloody murder

Why he askin' 'bout them bodies? He might be an undercover

Nuts off, I just turned a nigga head to peanut butter

This bitch gon' roll for me, we don't even know each other

These niggas dick ride like they on Harley motorcycles

Don't ask me how I got up in the club with F&N

Bitch, I ball like NBA, I'm never goin' broke again

[Verse 6: Blue Pesos]

Round table with the mob, discussin' licks and gettin' M's

We'll shoot your man crush, no, we don't support the MCM

Racks in a Louis V backpack

Put it in my hands, and I take Zelle, Apple, Cash App

GLE Benz, I had this bitch doin' handstands

You ain't gettin' dough 'til you go and put your friends on

[Verse 7: Duffy & Blue Pesos]

My strap? Why you ask that? I thought you got the memo

Burn him like a CD, let a nigga hold a demo

You could never get a trophy, that was a pretty good attempt, though

Gorilla nuts equipped, this could knock down a hippo

Black mask on my face, creepin' through your back window

Nigga, that's your bitch? I'll turn her to a widow

Let him try to bully up on somethin', RIP Deebo

That's a free throw, you niggas know what we on, shit (Shit, for real)

[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

How you on?

Put your homies on

All that shit, nigga

Put your friends on, nigga

That's somethin' a real nigga gon' do

Ugh

You know what the fuck the truth is, nigga

Long live Drakeo