[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
I get jiggy on the beat, catch me in the booth with two drums
Knock-knock, bop-bop, we like who home?
N***as poppin' hooplah, pop out and shoot somethin'
I need all the Caillous, pockets stuffed with blue hundreds
Nah, we was friends 'til I shot at him
Name a n***a fuckin' with me, what rapper?
It's the cold demons, I'll leave a n***a cliffhangin'
You ain't got that dough for me, you need to chill, baby
It's the drumline, here go Nick Cannon
N***as tried to chip me, didn't matter, bitch, I'm still at it
Spin the block tweakin' like a pill addict
Mei Ling and Susie touchin' tongues, I had to chin strap 'em
What's that bulgin' out the bag? That's like 20K
Put cheese on his head likе he signed a deal with Green Bay
In thе jungle, you could catch me with a mink sweater
Stupid chop on me, he been held back three classes
Pop out with the K, I'll turn LA to Iraq
He tryna beat the bitch 'cause my number in her iPad
N***as rap good but, really, where your street cred'?
Bullets start flyin' through the air, he better think fast, ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
N***as bums, they won't never get my spot
You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad
You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop
You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?
You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke to my face
But behind closed doors, n***as snakes, but good try, Brad
Shit
N***as bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad
You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad
Shit
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke in my face
But behind closed doors, n***as snakes, but good try, Brad (Bitch, you know the truth)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Shit, chill out, Brad
Lame n***a, yeah, you better have your hall pass
We be laughin', countin' chicken, n***as mad
I ain't worried 'bout it, though, Pippy Long on my lap
Pullin' foreigns back to back, got my strap in my mat
Chain dance, diamonds lookin' like they divin', n***as splash
We these rapper n***as' ass, why can't n***as face the facts?
One sixty, hit the dash, mud spillin', I won't crash
You n***as really down bad, yeah, it's sad but it's true
I'm a n***a, you a nobody, bro, who asked you?
Beefin' with the cold demons, be expectin' bad news
It's a perfect slow jam for me to boogie down to
Shit, n***as bums, n***as through
Wrong move, might get blew up out his boots out the blue
It ain't nothin' new, been had, bitch, we've been the truth
Whack him and his bro, good try to him and him too
Ugh

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
N***as bums, they won't never get my spot
You give Arkansas vibes, but it's cool, good try, Brad
You don't got the influence that I got, so just stop
You don't shot call at all, but good try, Brad
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'?
You just suck on Instagram, you ain't a thug, but good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke to my face
But behind closed doors, n***as snakes, but good try, Brad
Shit
N***as bums, they won't never get my spot, but good try, Brad
You don't shot call at all, we know the truth, but good try, Brad
Shit
You don't even own a strap, why you lyin'? Good try, Brad
They won't never say it's smoke in my face
But behind closed doors, n***as snakes, but good try, Brad