[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
N***as 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
N***as 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, n***as 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 n***as 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', n***a, you's a shoe shiner
I don't wrestle with this chop, I'ma hit him with a pile dryer
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Shit, n***a, 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 n***a, 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 n***as 'round the gang, we don't show no love
Nerd n***a, cappin' in his songs, we done heard enough
Finna bungee jump, strapped up, I know you heard of us
N***as out here movin' like some hoes, is he scared or somethin'? (N***as 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 n***a, 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, n***as 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, n***a, they the truth without a doubt
It's somethin' about these industry-ass n***as we don't know about
Keep 'em far from me, n***a, who want rump with me?
Nina bulgin' on me, audible, you better think of somethin'
Independent n***as, hot shit, we finna keep it comin'
Who want smoke? We gon' get to the bottom of it, n***a
[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Ain't playin' none of that n***a, don't give a fuck what you n***as talkin' 'bout
Dead homies, n***a
Who want run with the team, n***a (This is what's goin' on, n***a)
All lie, n***a (Yeah)
All lie (Outside every day, n***a)
Long live Drakeo, n***a