[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Shit

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
This a .9, ten shots'll do the job
He clocked out and never made it back from lunch
P an allstar, all these n***as ride the bench
Chip Skylark him, look wrong, please flinch, uh
It's that time, finna pop out with a new kit
Blue tips comin' out the fin for any loose lips
Always nervous, shit, even when I'm krozen
Hearin' voices in the booth, evil thoughts, I'm finna lose it (Shit, for real)
Mei Ling, I want a threesome, call Susie
Bet on my line, pull up to the sleepover, we got uchies
That lil' shakin' ass shit don't amuse me
I'm important, young n***as come and drill for mе, kill for me

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, thеy don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers (Alright)
[Verse 2]
A lean junkie, I've been poured off juice
A Wockstar, I just poured my deuce
Stick pokin', loose leafs for the opps, we hoop
I'm XD, if you not, you blew
A loose screw, but I been did that
Brought two Glocks so we been spinned back
This real life on the East, no cap
This real life on the East, no cap

[Verse 3]
This chopper hit him from a distance, .223s
I ain't even wanna fuck the bitch, told her get her on her knees
If you want a verse from the kid, gotta pay me a fee
I'm tapped in from LA all the way to the D
N***as just some bullshit and copped two to the chin
N***as real Glock models, that's not how they live
I'm for my chip, I be thirsty tryna hit the field
Freaky bitch, all she good for is takin' dick

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers
[Verse 4: Duffy]
Shit, I'm in the cut with ten chops
Dough knockin', pill poppin', juice spillin', we got mops
Is you really gettin' money? We know n***as cap a lot
Lil' kids outside with four-fives on the block
We told you n***as watch, Off the Mussle for the win
A cold devil on my shoulder, God forgive me for my sins
I'm in the field boppin', told the bitch, "I need my ends"
N***a, who want problems? We got Glocks and F&Ns
He ain't blendin' in, n***as give me hater vibes
If it's one thing for sure, I be on go and I'll slide
Spend the night with Mei Ling, yeah, we do this all the time
Blow a n***a down like Bin Laden if he tryin', uh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
I'll pull up in his trenches, bitch, I'm trippin' with the real goblins
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten chops
[?] suicide bombers through his crib, Osama Bin Laden, shit
They gon' spin the block again, they don't need to do no pill poppin'
For real
Lil' kids poppin' out the cut holdin' ten choppers