As Usual lyrics

[Verse 1: Bluepesos]
It's just Gang n em hopping out them trucks
It’s just a few sticks pack up in the trunk
Mr. Hoe slapper, put my foot up on her neck
n*ggas dumbfounded, caught this thunder slam to his chest
Talking crazy on the beat, I guess we back to the usual
Sneak diss the gang wanna see what we gon' do to him?

[Verse 2: Duffy & Bluepesos]
We ain't talking bout’ him, I'on know about no funerals
n*gga think he finna get a pass, he delusional
Shots fired, it's confusing em, I'm smoking who he losing to
Cannon singing at him, it's a movie and a musical
Shutting n*ggas up, any loud n*gga mutable
Fake n*ggas bummy, I'll hang him like the crucible
No sir officer, it's nothing in the car
I'm just on my way to rap, ain’t no guns, that’s bizarre
Tryna box with the chops, step to me I'm finna spark
Pistol whipped him in his head, left that n*gga seeing stars

[Verse 3: Bluepesos]
I’on care who own the club, we brought sticks up in this b*tch
We caught him slipping early morning, guarantee he missed his shift
The last n*gga tried to beef, we had that n*gga sheading tears
Why these old n*ggas hating? Sit down, drink a beer
Off The Mussle who they fear, they dont really want no problems
Gang left him laid out, you see that white chalk around him?
We gon' strip him for his dollars, rock him, sock him, side-pop him
Gang came with ten choppers, all steaks from Benihanas
[Verse 4: Duffy & Bluepesos]
Everything we drop hot, why is n*ggas tryna top it?
P got the chop with him, I'on think you wanna box it
I go broke then I'm backing n*ggas pockets
Put the barrel to a staring ass n*gga eye socket
Ling Ling bopping, OTM the hot topic
Got it all out the mud, n*gga you can never knock it
Space X at his whip, mini drake shooting rockets
n*gga think he Ali, I got a stick for Muhammad
Two piece double decker, NSYNC was catastrophic
Certified supervillains, it could get diabolic
n*ggas creeping on his door, told him ’'Don't forget to lock it''
Pickpocket, door knocking, stashing blowers in the closet
We all punching on sh*t, we came in with knuckle dusters
Stop fronting, you ain't really finna do it, quit the bluffing
A dead body in the ocean, Duffy look what I discovered
It get cold in the summer, guess its finna be a disaster
Ain't no real n*ggas left, industry full of actors
Any real life questions n*ggas had got answered
Good drink, I'm pouring up red, Fred Sanford
Talking all that fiction this will be his last chapter
Metal sticks in the function, we came in with Tiger Woods
If some army bullets hit him, bet he get it understood
I'm finna strip that watch off him, not his chain but I should
And that pound of weed too, make him find another jug
Oppositions to a Cookie pack, you know we smoking good
n*ggas balling in LA, Bronny James (?) wood
Put some bands on his head, all my shooters paid in full
We ain't shot at nothing together, n*gga ain't no brotherhood