[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable

Used to slap his music 'til we found out he was touchin' kids

Niggas in my DMs, who is that? He don't want no beef

We know the truth, the truth hurts, he don't be in the streets

I ain't wanna have to do it to him, can't whine, just bought the chopsticks, spill his ramen noodles

Pump faker turn that shit off, we don't play that music

Brain splattered on my dumpster like it's gettin' brutal

Independent, no deal, bitch, who really winnin'?

Every day we gettin' new cheese, why you penny-pinchin'?

He can't claim the Stinc team, I know he sick of livin'

Tragic stories, long poems, fuck a happy ending

Niggas back for business (Brother Douglas, we don't do those)

He's a big dog, I'm aimin' seven cannons at his blue nose

They like, "Pesos you a fool or he's a Mickey Mouse"

I bought them street sweets for him and Goofy

Funny guy, he turned his white tee to a tiger

Keep silent, I hear another word out you, I'ma chastise you

I don't know how I come up with this shit, I be freestylin'

Damn P, calm it down, niggas ceasefire

They won't believe what I did behind that sweet smile

While you kicks through the door, have you ever heard of Street Fighter?

We run the city, I don't know why niggas keep tryin'

We know you never outside, so you can keep hidin'

Ain't no ballin' with the Stincs, we use Elite sliders

I got a Big Mac on, he finna deep fry 'em

Get a job or somethin', nigga, you's a shoe shiner

I don't wrestle with this chop, I'ma hit him with a pile dryer

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Shit, nigga, I'm really too greedy, we just pulled another all-nighter

Dope knockin' forty-niners with me, all gold miners

Whole time blue-flamin', fly nigga, skydiver

He be in the house, so he feel like he untouchable

Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was weird as fuck

Ain't no fake niggas 'round the gang, we don't show no love

Nerd nigga, cappin' in his songs, we done heard enough

Finna bungee jump, strapped up, I know you heard of us

Niggas out here movin' like some hoes, is he scared or somethin'? (Niggas scared)

Holdin' grudges, on L.A., yeah we runnin', you gon' drool, we been done it

I'll slap a Buster Douglas (I'll slap a Buster Douglas)

I guess we finna see how real it get (How real it be)

How real her label got you lookin' good

But nigga, where your chick?

Ringin' bells, really in the city, we be pullin' skits

He ain't from L.A., to get to him, we gotta take a trip

Bitch, I guess we here to speak our truth, ain't we

Try to chill the devil on my shoulder, sayin', "Shoot, baby"

Ridin' 'round with two Drakeys, niggas know we go crazy

Who is he? Wolfin' out his neck, he'll be street-famous

Maylene whinin' in my rear 'cause I'll be in and out

Soo-Yung made a smart remark, I popped her in the mouth

Off the muscle, nigga, they the truth without a doubt

It's somethin' about these industry-ass niggas we don't know about

Keep 'em far from me, nigga, who want rump with me?

Nina bulgin' on me, audible, you better think of somethin'

Independent niggas, hot shit, we finna keep it comin'

Who want smoke? We gon' get to the bottom of it, nigga

[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

Ain't playin' none of that nigga, don't give a fuck what you niggas talkin' 'bout

Dead homies, nigga

Who want run with the team, nigga (This is what's goin' on, nigga)

All lie, nigga (Yeah)

All lie (Outside every day, nigga)

Long live Drakeo, nigga