[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(Viper)
(Durag straight slappin' shit)
Bitch

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
It'll get diabolical
Tear it off, you know what's goin' on, it ain't optional
Fins and XDs, I got a very heavy arsenal
Shells let you know how much I hate you, take this criticism
"P, stop playin'", come and see me, I guess it's been a minute
Only time n***as come around is when it's beneficial
P ain't pimpin' but I done broke a couple Kylie Jenners
Thirty bands, I better blow through it, it take like two weeks
Stincs walked in, the oppositions, they like, "Oh, shit"
Double deckers, two cannons in, I got two pistols
Off the Mussle choice, we got motion and more venom
Your boyfriеnd is an opp, let me know should I chip him?
Bop-bop, breakdancе, chop made him get griddy
Big MAC'll fry a n***a up, now we a McGriddle
We ain't finna play with no n***a, this the Stinc city
Loose skin and lettin' shots off all willy-nilly

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I'm lookin' for the mink gods, I stepped in with Billy Western
I'll blow a face tat off, you stare at this pendant
He got a mic on, it's clear he talk to detectives
Turn an opp n***a to a Christian, we for sure blessed him
One of LA's top rappers but skits professional (Shit)
You know my name and what I claim, I'm well respected
Keep the truth alive by any means, that's the main objective
Don't play with me, bitch, I'll chalk the block with no questions
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Shit, Off the Mussle big steppin'
Shoot somethin', the way I did that boy, I feel like Cole Bennett
You ridin' with me? Know I'm with the utmost extras
I keep Pippy Long by me, I'm the one you don't threaten
Cold demon, look me in my eyes, n***as bones shiver
Who he starin' at? Clutched on him, I'm the wrong n***a
Rollie on his wrist, we gon' find where he goin' with it
Chalk zone, shitted on the opp, Willie Jones did it
Shit, this n***a Duffy trippin'
Shots rang, clutch antic, bitch, I'm Kobe Bryant
Mops hangin' on the daily, y'all should know we violent
I'll gladly shoot a baby and start paisa dancin'
Cliffhanger, left him in the rear, he ain't stick the landing
Blue tips blew the opps a kiss, this chop romantic
This ruler in my hand, I feel Eli Manning
Flu flammin', told you n***as we was on to somethin'
"P, spark him up", he ain't asked and he just start bustin'
Stuffed the hundreds in the duffy, weapons in the Louis luggage
Frito-Lay chipped him, here's a tombstone with some Ruffles
Bitch, I said what I said, it ain't no discussion
Aim with him, duck with him, I don't got no pity for him
Gift wrap a n***a, n***a, here's a hundiddy for you
Soft n***a, flexed on him, switch to R&B singin'
N***as know who run the city, it's the Stincmeaners
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I'm lookin' for the mink gods, I stepped in with Billy Western
I'll blow a face tat off, you stare at this pendant
He got a mic on, it's clear he talk to detectives
Turn an opp n***a to a Christian, we for sure blessed him (Shit)
One of LA's top rappers but skits professional (Shit)
You know my name and what I claim, I'm well respected
Keep the truth alive by any means, that's the main objective
Don't play with me, bitch, I'll chalk the block with no questions