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letra de tristian - blue pesos

[intro]
(gentle beatz)

[chorus: blue pesos]
go against the guys, gon’ be a victim
sleazy thoughts ’bout whackin’ opps off the tristan
i ain’t no dummy, i ain’t asleep with my pistol
drop the sh-lls to get these demons in my system
rami got my neck shinin’ hard, merry christmas
they don’t get no streams, so they always wanna diss us
a n-gga blink wrong, we gon’ hit him with a missile
bickerin’ ’bout nothin’, real talk, that’s what kids do

[verse 1: blue pesos]
we’ll shoot off tattoos, gorillas with us, baboons
switch and a stick, keep on wonderin’ what that do
hollows rip through cars and flesh too, you ain’t bulletproof
if i had a carti to my goon, he’ll probably shoot you
hundred thousand, n-gga, what? we ain’t take that offer
i be nervous clutchin’ stick in the coupe, try me
his fans got him pumped up, he talkin’ real spicy
could tell he gon’ be no longer, i must be psychic
i don’t really take l’s, i’m a winner
stay with your strap, make sure you make the right decision
f-ck n-gga reach, i’ll blow these two initials
i don’t know nothin’, i was high and influenced (sh-t)
i was noddin’ off the mud
we ain’t lackin’ nowhere, we probably got ’bout ten guns
drop a ten on his head and they’ll get the job done
don’t tell me sh-t ’bout no broke-ass bums, ugh
[chorus: blue pesos]
go against the guys, gon’ be a victim
sleazy thoughts ’bout whackin’ opps off the tristan
i ain’t no dummy, i ain’t asleep with my pistol
drop the sh-lls to get these demons in my system
rami got my neck shinin’ hard, merry christmas
they don’t get no streams, so they always wanna diss us
a n-gga blink wrong, we gon’ hit him with a missile
bickerin’ ’bout nothin’, real talk, that’s what kids do

[verse 2: duffy]
n-ggas playin’ games, that’s what kids do
we was kids, too, until we went through what we’ve been through
masked up, go against whoever when we got to
my shooter wildin’, ain’t no tellin’ what he might do
livin’ proof, got it off the mussle, bro, you could too
we in a lamb’ countin’ bald head caillous
ain’t no street fightin’, kick the door, i’m like ryu
he got blew up out his boots, he should’ve knew the truth
huh, real talk, bro, no kid sh-t
they want that old otm ’cause we’ve been lit
hit stick knock him out his wig and his lipstick
kick flips and new tricks, x-games, he got flipped
sh-t, ballin’ hard, these my gym shoes
stick on me, what is n-ggas really tryna get into?
nina blew the opp block a kiss like i missed you
on my soul, we got the lo’ and we slid through
[chorus: blue pesos]
go against the guys, gon’ be a victim
sleazy thoughts ’bout whackin’ opps off the tristan
i ain’t no dummy, i ain’t asleep with my pistol
drop the sh-lls to get these demons in my system
rami got my neck shinin’ hard, merry christmas
they don’t get no streams, so they always wanna diss us
a n-gga blink wrong, we gon’ hit him with a missile
bickerin’ ’bout nothin’, real talk, that’s what kids do

- blue pesos

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