[Intro]
Niggas only got thirteen thousand
Four days ago, thirty-seven thousand
Thirteen days ago, sixty-seven thousand (Viper)
Two weeks ago, forty-eight thousand
That's how I don't know how these niggas Instagram be goin' up and all that
How y'all got all these problems and all these views?
'Cause I'm just sayin' y'all hit song is with Drakeo
Two million views
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
If you ain't know, quit askin', bitch, it's TGF
Twostep, flu flam, strip him, he say somethin' else
For fuckin' with a Stinc, a big boss, give it all you got
This chain ain't enough, I need a bust down Audemar
A cold day in hell, it get bad if he piss me off
A hundiddy on him, wasn't enough, I gave him ten after
We keep beatboxin on him in this manner, he gon' quit after
Once you see the team, it's score time, ain't no relaxin'
Drunk off these shots with a swish, start relapsin'
Think I'm on to the head, hit the floor, his body collapse
Four straps in the whip, real niggas, no racks
Had him tap dancin', wasn't meant for you, die slow, nigga
Strip him, take it all off the cash, too pole [?]
The bitch busy suckin' dick, you look stupid tryna contact her
That watch was lookin' sweet on his wrist, I for sure snatched it
Pigs sound like Drakeo, that's gettin' kind of old, ain't it?
Ugh
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling (Bitch)
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Stinc team, niggas know we too greedy
Drop an opp and then disappear, bitch, I'm Houdini
Bottom feeders, sick and tired of arguin' with broke people
Ain't nobody icy as us either, can we speak on it?
OTM some true demons, whacked him, it was too easy
Tank Davis, sweet Jesus, Duffy, he is too lethal
Mud in my right hand, Pippy in my left hand
Makin' niggas mad, pie side dance when the bag land
Stincs run LA, we know the truth, all these niggas fans
Bop for the safe, told Mei Ling, "Catch me if you can"
Oh, he think we ain't gettin' it? He delirious
Banana clips if a nigga get too curious
Wrestle with this chop, blue tips Rey Mysterio
I'm the type of nigga who can shoot through a Cheerio
OTM, they some real pressure, bro, you didn't know?
No love, get the head and bread, then I gotta go
Move bitch, 'til I get some juice, I ain't in the mood
Stick and move, I just hit a gate in my expensive shoes
[?] at that nigga that we strip, that's a different dude
Stincs here, make sure you careful not to spark a fuse
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy
Uchies in my bloodstream, nina in the front seat
Nigga tryna wrestle with this chop look like Kurt Angle
Stinc Team, ding-ding, them niggas with the bling-bling
A set on my chain, wanna know, bitches too greedy