Touchable Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Hunnid on the chop, if you with him then you touchable
Used to slap his music 'til we found out he was touchin' kids
n*ggas in my DMs, who is that? He don't want no beef
We know the truth, the truth hurts, he don't be in the streets
I ain't wanna have to do it to him, can't whine, just bought the chopsticks, spill his ramen noodles
Pump faker turn that sh*t off, we don't play that music
Brain splattered on my dumpster like it's gettin' brutal
Independent, no deal, b*tch, who really winnin'?
Every day we gettin' new cheese, why you penny-pinchin'?
He can't claim the Stinc team, I know he sick of livin'
Tragic stories, long poems, f*ck a happy ending
n*ggas back for business (Brother Douglas, we don't do those)
He's a big dog, I'm aimin' seven cannons at his blue nose
They like, "Pesos you a fool or he's a Mickey Mouse"
I bought them street sweets for him and Goofy
Funny guy, he turned his white tee to a tiger
Keep silent, I hear another word out you, I'ma chastise you
I don't know how I come up with this sh*t, I be freestylin'
Damn P, calm it down, n*ggas ceasefire
They won't believe what I did behind that sweet smile
While you kicks through the door, have you ever heard of Street Fighter?
We run the city, I don't know why n*ggas keep tryin'
We know you never outside, so you can keep hidin'
Ain't no ballin' with the Stincs, we use Elite sliders
I got a Big Mac on, he finna deep fry 'em
Get a job or somethin', n*gga, you's a shoe shiner
I don't wrestle with this chop, I'ma hit him with a pile dryer
[Verse 2: Duffy]
sh*t, n*gga, I'm really too greedy, we just pulled another all-nighter
Dope knockin' forty-niners with me, all gold miners
Whole time blue-flamin', fly n*gga, skydiver
He be in the house, so he feel like he untouchable
Used to slap his music 'til I found out he was weird as f*ck
Ain't no fake n*ggas 'round the gang, we don't show no love
Nerd n*gga, cappin' in his songs, we done heard enough
Finna bungee jump, strapped up, I know you heard of us
n*ggas out here movin' like some hoes, is he scared or somethin'? (n*ggas scared)
Holdin' grudges, on L.A., yeah we runnin', you gon' drool, we been done it
I'll slap a Buster Douglas (I'll slap a Buster Douglas)
I guess we finna see how real it get (How real it be)
How real her label got you lookin' good
But n*gga, where your chick?
Ringin' bells, really in the city, we be pullin' skits
He ain't from L.A., to get to him, we gotta take a trip
b*tch, I guess we here to speak our truth, ain't we
Try to chill the devil on my shoulder, sayin', "Shoot, baby"
Ridin' 'round with two Drakeys, n*ggas know we go crazy
Who is he? Wolfin' out his neck, he'll be street-famous
Maylene whinin' in my rear 'cause I'll be in and out
Soo-Yung made a smart remark, I popped her in the mouth
Off the muscle, n*gga, they the truth without a doubt
It's somethin' about these industry-ass n*ggas we don't know about
Keep 'em far from me, n*gga, who want rump with me?
Nina bulgin' on me, audible, you better think of somethin'
Independent n*ggas, hot sh*t, we finna keep it comin'
Who want smoke? We gon' get to the bottom of it, n*gga
[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Ain't playin' none of that n*gga, don't give a f*ck what you n*ggas talkin' 'bout
Dead homies, n*gga
Who want run with the team, n*gga (This is what's goin' on, n*gga)
All lie, n*gga (Yeah)
All lie (Outside every day, n*gga)
Long live Drakeo, n*gga