IP Man

Lyrics

[Intro: Duvy] (Ooh, J Mak) Yeah, it's Duvy 17 [Chorus: Duvy] That boy, he did you dirty, you call him your brother I grind just like no other, stack it for my mother We tryna get a big drop, put him under Them Seventeeners with me, you know them gunners crazy Had to stack it daily, uh, hope the trap will save me Look what rapping made me, lil' Duvy, Jane baby So slime your brother issue, pocket tissue Hit once then I dismiss, you accidental [Verse 1: Lil Berete] And I heard they got an issue, looking for a tissue You can catch me in the back, I'm sitting presidential I got a freaky lil' hoe, she want all my attention I know I chose the wrong road, I was jumping fences Slide around and seein' opps, never pay for rentals Never went and got a job, 'member rob and sellin' And man, we done got some racks, niggas turned jealous And I got caught up by the feds, so I ain't never listen B-Bitch gone, they won't ever know whoever did it New gun, it's a Revy, I'ma go and spin it No one held it down for me and all my niggas Slow down before I end up in the penitentiary [Chorus: Duvy] That boy, he did you dirty, you call him your brother I grind just like no other, stack it for my mother We tryna get a big drop, put him under Them Seventeeners with me, you know them gunners crazy Had to stack it daily, uh, hope the trap will save me Look what rapping made me, lil' Duvy, Jane baby So slime, your brother issue, pocket tissue Hit once then I dismiss, you accidental [Verse 2: Duvy] Go spin your block, one-two times with my big brother, hitter Could never leave him, and when shit rough, I'm with him Could never change, see that's the code, I play it like a demon Mop pole but not the floors, we clear it, never seen 'em Sinnin' and on my grind We're niggas who just be creepin', you inside Told my youngings to get it live Boy, don't show no mercy, this our lives I really Billie Jean it, she got a Duvy fever I'm back to back like I'm a ref for bitches, for the season I hope you get the meaning, a teacher got 'em studying I be running 'round juggin', circus, they be jugglin' [Chorus: Duvy] That boy, he did you dirty, you call him your brother I grind just like no other, stack it for my mother We tryna get a big drop, put him under Them Seventeeners with me, you know them gunners crazy Had to stack it daily, uh, hope the trap will save me Look what rapping made me, lil' Duvy, Jane baby So slime, your brother issue, pocket tissue Hit once then I dismiss, you accidental