[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Bitch
Long live Drakeo

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?
I was thuggin’ in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch
Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore
Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it’s a chore

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Purchasin' new sticks, I told Duff it's time for war
I could see the animosity and envy from afar
I feel like my time comin', told my bitch I need a daughter
You wanna gamble? You could get these three shots from Candace Parker
Noddin', I'm Tony Parker, metal's sparking, Tony Stark
Popped a ten on cloud nine, sippin' mud, I’m with the martians
We in that top-rapper convo, but we turn on all the offers
Ric Flair and Hulk Hogan showboatin’, we do this often
Walkin' with two sticks, never could you be too cautious
Aim down ’sice, get on one knee to hit my target
Three hundred for a line, n***as get stripped for talkin' bogus
Come back with his head and you gon' for surely get a bonus
Foreign pop, poured, the pint spillin', this a twelve left
Drums on the block, slidin’ foreign playin' dubstep
I'll let the mean K off 'til my thumb break
My rap skills phenomenal, it's nothin' else you could say
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?
I was thuggin' in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch
Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore
Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore (Shit, for real)
(Bitch)
(It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?)
(Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore)

[Verse 2: Duffy]
When it rains, yeah, it'll pour, we got juice, pour some more
We them Po Boys and the Po don't stand for "pour"
Bro said stay up out the field, rap don't get us through the door
We gon' see who win the war, n***a, guns vs. swords
N***as don't got a chance, I just hit my money dance
Go look at your Instagram, I just upped a lot of bands
All he wanted was a picture, shit, I almost shot a fan
Fuck the rats, fuck the Johnnies, free my n***as out the can
New foreign, I might blamp it if my double cup spill
Hollow tips, box with this, I'll get a n***a cap peeled
I know they tired of us, we keep winnin' and shinin'
Icy n***a, step to me, lightning finna start strikin'
Don't be overhypin' n***as, they gon' get the ball and fumble
Nina Ross, I got it on me, I'll give a n***a thunder
What's up in that Louis bag? Some hunduns in a bundle
Shit, I know you know the truth, we got this shit Off The Mussle
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?
I was thuggin' in the trenches 'fore you hopped up off the porch
Ten guns, ten extensions in the house, it's none galore
Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore (Shit, for real)
(Bitch)
(It's the middle of the summer, how I cause a thunderstorm?)
(Mops in the car, treat the opp block like it's a chore)