Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (My nigga Johnny got another one) Ayy, you know the truth Bitch (Armani, this shit stuey, boy) [Verse 1: Duffy] Young stepper, I could make a bad bitch bow down VVSs, yeah, she see the diamonds hittin', bling baow Don't get hit with 40 cal, I got it on me right now No pole, don't come around, that type of shit is not allowed What's up in my clip? An awful lot of hollow rounds Hit Mei Ling safe and sound, like, ayy, look what I found I've been rappin', still got sticks in the couch at mama house Give us flowers now, or later we gon' make you bow down Clown nigga think he goin' pound for pound with me, huh? Ain't no other nigga like me, baby, I'm a one-of-one Young niggas got the motion, nigga, fuck bein' humble Racks bustin' out the duffel, bitch, I got it Off The Mussle See the tеam, shit, your best bet is showin' some rеspect Slidin' through the opps, we got the drop like are we there yet? Niggas wavin' white flags, I'm tryna get a nigga stretched Niggas tried to silence us, it didn't work, so what's next? We the flyest, shit, bow down to your highness They say OTM them niggas with the crown and we icy Free the homies, fuck the police, we don't like 'em Ugh, nigga, get up off your ass and get to grinding [Interlude: Blue Pesos] Ugh Ayy, grab that out my leaf bag [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Bow down, get up on your knees for your highness Seen a homie bust a safe, I started dancin' like a paisa Keep the grass cut low for any pythons Deep in the field like Randy Moss, you on the sidelines My opps beggin', "P, let bygones be bygones" Designer gun, extended clips filled with hollows Pockets fat, they obese like Baby D Shells to the back, he yelled, "Ricky", yeah, it's that deep Smokin' big 'Woods in the back, wearin' pinkies My palm out, should put it in my hand, that's how she greet me (Shit, for real) Bow down and stomp down, make them feet bleed My mama in my ear like, "Why you buyin' all this bling bling?" Told a bitch come correct or get left Sneaky threats about the gang'll get him stretched Sixty seconds then I'm out, with the bag don't mean a flex Off the Mussle for the— yeah, you know the rest Ugh