R&B Singer lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
Stop playin' (Reconboy)
These n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on
It's regular
(Angel Heaven Sent)

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer
I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha
I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers
Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'
A n*gga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on
Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due
I'll go nuts in this b*tch and crack his cashew
What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Turn it to a fully, we got mop sticks for bullies
Foreign cars, bad b*tches, VVS diamond jewelry
Lose the attitude, sorry, bae, but you blew it
Stupid, I just brought the Ryu, Tеkken, Hadouken
Face front down likе he belly flopped
Handin' drums to the youth, oh, you shouldn't have
She in that foreign suckin' di*k, sorry, sir, she can't answer
I'm slidin' up on all my goons with me to the playground
Goyard backpack, no, this ain't a spray ground
Turn nothin' into somethin', used to thug in public housing
Two hundred bands to see her 'lone, I think it's time for an accountant
Want juice, I've been sh*ttin', in a week, that's ten thousand
b*tches over money, n*ggas movin' ass backwards
I just upped a thirty ball, n*ggas lookin' mad sour
A cold day in Hell when I bring the Boomhauer
Why you postin' throwbacks, n*gga? Get some new money, ugh
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer
I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha
I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers
Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'
A n*gga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on
Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due
I'll go nuts in this b*tch and crack his cashew (Huh, n*gga)
What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?

[Verse 2: Duffy]
The n*gga with the bag on him, yeah, I'm that dude
Get your head in the game, son, you know cash rules
Hit his b*tch two years ago, you mad, fool?
The opps weird? Oh, ayy, we finna pass through
Bet it burn, I just turned him into Usher
Be them lil' n*ggas that turn nothin' into something
sh*t, thuggin' by our lonely, n*ggas phonies
Stick on me, I just did a n*gga bad, holey moly
Holyfield just tried to box with me, now he in the ground
Hollow rounds made a n*gga dance like he Chris Brown
They say we think we bigger than the program
Independent, I get chicken like I signed with Motown
sh*t, ballin' on these n*ggas, ain't it obvious?
My di*k up in her mouth, bro, please, stop callin' her
We ballin' on these n*ggas, ain't it obvious?
Move in silence, n*ggas fakin' for the audience, sh*t
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
I just turned a rapper to an R&B singer
I got shanay in the clip lookin' for Markesha
I'll get him done grimy for a pair of sneakers
Ain't no passes, you ain't runnin' from this ass whoopin'
A n*gga whoop my ass, we gon' double back with mask on
Extended clips, nine millimeters, your debt past due
I'll go nuts in this b*tch and crack his cashew
What's this button on the Glock? What do that do?