[Intro]
Bustin down blocks
We ain't finna stop
We don’t fuck wit opps
Bustin down blocks
We ain't finna stop
We don't fuck wit opps

[Chorus]
My dawg told me stay down
You gone come up
Now it's pretty wet paint
With the peanut butter guts
Whole lotta loud
Falling out the blunt
On my way to hit a lick
Wit The work off in the trunk
We don't fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin' down blocks
We ain't finna stop
We don't fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin' down blocks
We ain't finna stop
[Verse 1]
Fresh up outta hell
10 piece bale
All about my kale
Foreign on rodeo
Salty water clan
No 50 I’m the man
Bumping deuce on a deuce
Swisher got 3 grams
Know I stayed down
Everybody changed up
Always trying to give advice
On the how and the what mein
Show me yo credentials
Where the quintessentials
It’s all inessential

[Chorus]
My dawg told me stay down
You gone come up
Now it’s pretty wet paint
With the peanut butter guts
Whole lotta loud
Falling out the blunt
On my way to hit a lick
Wit The work off in the trunk
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop
[Verse 2]
Fresh up out the mud and we still ain’t got dirty
Shout to the loe man and free my n***a dirty
And while we on the subject I cannot forget Stunna
I just took a zip and made that bitch a hamburger
I don’t make excuses
Gotta find solutions
Pullin' up in new shit
Ya baby mom a nuisance
Sprite hella fucia
I just poured cruzer
Soles got the medusa

[Chorus]
My dawg told me stay down
You gone come up
Now it’s pretty wet paint
With the peanut butter guts
Whole lotta loud
Falling out the blunt
On my way to hit a lick
Wit The work off in the trunk
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop
[Verse 3]
Look like a pocket full of quarters
But it’s really just my Glock
And I grew up with momma
I ain’t ever had no pops
Half the family sniffin
And the other smoking rocks
We was going to school
Dirty draws and dirty socks
Cherish every second
You’ll never get it back
My dawg just lost his granny
She ain’t ever coming back
Fuck the industry
I’m stepping on it like a mat
Fuck a n***a
He either snaking or he a rat forreal

[Chorus]
My dawg told me stay down
You gone come up
Now it’s pretty wet paint
With the peanut butter guts
Whole lotta loud
Falling out the blunt
On my way to hit a lick
Wit The work off in the trunk
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop
We don’t fuck wit opps
We just send the shots
Bustin down blocks
We ain’t finna stop