[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(Viper)
Eat that (Jermain Graves, lay 'em down)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
.223s, Cactus Jacks on, I'm like MJ
I need it all, baby, Drakeo, play my sensei
Am I comin'? It depends how much I get paid
Flu flam Sue Yung and now she got a neck brace
N***as back bitin', go on and raise the pressure up
2022, you still broke? You look frustrated
Ten F&Ns on the table like the gun range
You don't like lean, bitch? I know, but it's Friday

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I'll blow this n***a block up, bitch, it's Nuketown
"You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round
TECs out, flag on the play, n***as out of bounds
Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (Shit, n***a)
I'll blow this n***a block up, bitch, it's Nuketown (Shit)
Pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (For real)
TECs out, flag on the play, n***as out of bounds
Shit
Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
How? What am I? Where was n***as at when you was my age?
In a foreign with a hottie, out on bail holdin' five K's
It's time to go, where the homies? Park the Maybach
Quit lyin' to the bitch, you ain't pimpin' with your lame ass (Shit)
I can tell these n***as broke, why they arguin' 'bout small fractions?
You got a chop, I got a chop, what you think, we finna arm wrestle?
Get a piece off my neck, I don't know, that sound farfetched
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
I'll blow this n***a block up, bitch, it's Nuketown
"You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round
TECs out, flag on the play, n***as out of bounds
Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (N***a, shit)

[Verse 3: Duffy]
Which house? I'm finna turn this bitch to Nuketown
Hundiddy bop-bop, how that sound?
Fake n***as, that's some shit that we just can't allow
That's your mans? What he say when n***as not around?
Shit, n***as clowns
F&N on me when it's time to boogie down
Without OTM, this shit would be so watered down
Beat the block, turn his hood to a ghost town
Flu flam the rap game like it's fun
In a foreign goin' fast, we got Call of Duty guns
Got it Off the Mussle, n***as hate to see us up
I get uchies, I feel bad for any n***a that feel stuck
Me and P smashin' in a Benz, we don't bunk
L&R drippin', ski masked up, the opps fucked
Where he say he from? So what? I don't bang
But my young n***as trippin' if you say the wrong name
Drumsticks, I just fed an opp the whole thing
Check the scoreboard, we don't really do no close games
N***as out here hatin' on they bros, that's a shame
Duffy finna blow, I'm walkin' in with a grenade
We don't do the stocks, I be ridin' with a semi
Heard your n***a think he tough, yeah, aight, should we kill him?
N***as slide on us, what's the odds? Be realistic
I got my chop, I'm finna bomb on a n***a, ugh
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I'll blow this n***a block up, bitch, it's Nuketown
"You my friend" what you say when I'm not 'round
TECs out, flag on the play, n***as out of bounds
Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing (Shit, n***a)
I'll blow this n***a block up, bitch, it's Nuketown (Shit)
Pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (For real)
TECs out, flag on the play, n***as out of bounds
Shit
Hundiddy bop-bopin', you could get the whole thing