[Intro: Blue Pesos]
The truth, n***a (Viper)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Let it rip like a Beyblade, the whole thing, his head spinnin'
John Madden hit stick on me, finna blitz n***as
You sure you wanna start that beef with us? We pack plenty fullies
Them SIs shinin' kinda hard, but you can't fool me
This chain a pretty penny, it be blindin', n***as look at me
Cold case, I hit him in his face, I just flatlined him
Ten minutes, beat the beat up, just ask Viper
What's up? I thought you had a problem with me, why you so quiet?
Get your bitch on a leash, choosey Susy, finna splash on her
Disgustin', hit him with a K, I feel like Ted Bundy
Mussle out the window, showboatin' when wе hit corners
Sweet Jesus, screamin' from this cannon, shoot a horror movе
It's like The Exorcist, the cold demons steppin'
I got my flow from the don, I'm heaven sent
Flu flammer, rule breaker, but sure don't listen to shit
What you did for me, n***a? I don't owe you shit

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
(Shit)
Scram, n***a, down goes the opp
If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit)
Scram, n***a, I know you see my posse
If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Scram, n***a, 'fore I really have to kill you
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend
Scram, n***a, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit)
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Bitch
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend
[Verse 2: Yung Angel]
Scram, n***a, have to bounce down your block
Seen Humpty Dumpty sittin', I had to scramble his top
Walk around, you a joint, that is somethin' that you not
Big blower [?] homie, that is somethin' y'all ain't got
Mean muggin' when you see us, you don't really want these issues
We just whacked another opp, get his mama a box of tissues
He's a nobody in his hood, that mean nobody's gonna miss you
Hold on, holy water on his grave, pastor Ralfy, had to bless you
Skrrt off in this coupe, damn, this life's kind of special
Damn, this bitch was lookin' cool, I'm tryna fit her in my schedule
Scram, n***a, you don't really want these extras
Tryna do it, but the Stincs do it better
Scram, n***a, you're not up on our level
I got the drop, let's go rock out, heavy metal
Banana clips and ruler sticks, we finna change the weather
Bitch scram after I hit, we do not go together

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
(Shit)
Scram, n***a, down goes the opp
If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit)
Scram, n***a, I know you see my posse
If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Scram, n***a, 'fore I really have to kill you
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend
Scram, n***a, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit)
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Bitch
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend
[Verse 3: Duffy]
Shit, scram, I don't know you, n***a
Opps throwin' temper tantrums, mad they ain't fuckin' with us
I'll smoke a n***a, n***as broke, they need to mind they business
"Duffy, what you on?" Flu flammin' on the road with fullies
Shit, this n***a police, n***a, scram
Big boy chain on me, I'm these lil' n***as' dad
Play ball with the Stincs, you should know who run the land
Three bitches comin' home with us, that's a grand slam
Beat it, kick rocks, get lost, all of the above
Bitch, stroke, just hit, let's see how quick we blow a dub
I just let her hold my gun, shawty wanna be a thug
Don't mind that power on the rug, I'm mud walkin' with the Plug (Ugh)
One time comin' the only time I run
I just hit her one time off the Perc', now she in love
All this chili baba stackin', I ain't arguin' with scrubs
I'm already high as fuck, I'm just smokin' opps for fun, n***a
If I'm wrong, let the devil be the judge
Stinc Team, bitch, we trippin' until all the beef is done
Bitch, don't ask me 'bout the city, know we got this shit on lock
Chop suey, had to blow him out his boots and his socks, we know the truth

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
(Shit)
Scram, n***a, down goes the opp
If he don't get to movin', we gon' clear this whole block (Shit)
Scram, n***a, I know you see my posse
If you look at me wrong, then pop goes the weasel
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Scram, n***a, 'fore I really have to kill you
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend
Scram, n***a, ain't no problems, you a fan (Shit)
Scram, n***a, you don't really want no issues
Bitch
Scram, n***a, 'fore I top shot your friend