[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(WardoMadeThisOne)
Ayy, chill out, bro
Before I get stupid in this bitch

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Don't talk stupid, I brought mop heads in here
N***as scared, puff puff, too much smoke up in the air
Ain't no beefin' 'bout a bitch, I swear to God I'm too player
You know it's bop bop bleed 'em, stop playin', you know the saying
Let the TEC spray, I nicknamed the chop "Mac Dre"
Been that been that since it was Facebook and MySpace
Remember thuggin' at the park, my uncles playin' spades
J.G., I need my money now, I don't never wait
I just shut the house party down, I brought Kim Play
Wastin' your whole life gangbangin', you don't got a say
N***as know the truth 'bout Off the Mussle, you don't gotta say
Shoutout Wiggins' heart fall, but they dropped thе case
I'm a clutz, I see the opp and I dropped a hundrеd
I'm a Stinkmeaner to the bone, my dad is Uncle Ruckus
I hate a smartmouth n***a 'cause they act the dumbest
Too much jealousy in the air, I'll never trust 'em
Susie keep on beggin' me to come 'cause she need company
Off the Mussle CEOs, shit, bitch, it's my company
I'm just the one that give the nods, I ain't no shot caller (Hmm)
I'll never be a bitch, that's on my dad daughter
[Verse 2: Duffy]
That's your bitch? She say she know I'm a Mack
The backend like ten thousand, yeah, let me get that
Chill out, bro, you actin' tender, you could have her, relax
It's that Off The Mussle Classics, we gon' bring the West back
Count the trap then hit Saks, yeah, I'm actin' a foolie
Hit your block and make a movie, big dog, don't be goofy
We really shoot guns n***a seen on Call of Duty
All these loser-ass n***as finna make me get stupid, I'm ruthless
For the win truly
Bitch know if she don't tear it off, then she useless
Fuck the club up, the crowd rockin' to my new shit
Snuck the blower in, you know I got a coupe screws gone
Tool on me, hottie with me, slidin' in a foreign thing
Left the bitch and she came back, she a boomerang
Wrong move, I'd do a n***a like he what's her name
Steppers with me, don't mind them, bro, that's just the shooter gang
Say my name and I'd gladly get ignorant
She know she a roller, don't know why she actin' innocent
Heavy artillery, you know we movin' militant
That Off Max in this bitch, let's get it crackin' then, shit