[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Shit
It's clear these n***as hate me

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Quit the antics, lose them fake politics
I'll do him like that blind n***a, place him with a stick
Every time I spit rhymes, n***as sick
We equipped with that shit, this a 5.56
Failed missions, they ain't never got no victory
I be walkin' with the Grinch, you can meet these two Christmas beams
We double parked on the block, we gon' make it steam
Stop playin', lil' bro, I'm from—, psych, nevermind
This a Gen5 Glock, you'll end up cheddar boxed
I'll take a risk and get chipped on thе wrong side of town
Whack an opp and spin off, fuck it, we at Duffy house
"Thеy're just some lil' kids, P, calm down"
Fuck that, his age doesn't matter, he's a goner
She brought me ten racks back and I ain't even store her number
Stop talkin' like you shot callin', bro, he's a store runner
You think you safe at that spot, we for sure comin'

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Miss me with that shit, it won't never be no peace treaty
I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy
He ain't really what he seems, we'll feed him to the streets
He think it's sweet, I had to crush his Reeses Pieces, that's simply (Shit)
One-sixty in the 'Benz before crash think about catchin' me, shit
He ain't really what he seem, we'll feed him to the streets, ugh (Shit, n***a)
On the highway with a stove, had to bop-bop bleed him (Shit, bitch)
I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Prayin' on my downfall, keep dreamin'
For the win, n***a, no, we don't get even
I just got the drop, we on a n***a block, I'm finna bleed it
Ballin' hard, we the MVP's this season
Shit, the fuck wrong with him?
Mud walkin', that's the muddy mose' in me
Showboatin', sorry, it's just our turn, n***a
Sink a n***a ship, it's like an iceberg hit him
We've been stallin' n***as out, n***as know that's over with
I just bought a fifty shot, I'm finna split a n***a wig
I be smashin' in the foreign whip, we got a couple sticks
I'm LA's Fresh Prince, these other n***as bad for business
Two hundred on the dashboard, ain't no keepin' up
Any snake, rat, or Judas, we gon' tie him up
Get a n***a head blown, he think he slimy, huh?
Do it right, bitch, ain't no survivin' when we come

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Miss me with that shit, it won't never be no peace treaty
I'll extort him with this Draco, you should know I'm too greedy
He ain't really what he seems, we'll feed him to the streets
He think it's sweet, I had to crush his Reeses Pieces, that's simply (Shit)