Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch Nigga, I know you heard about us, nigga Yeah (Duse makin' slaps, trick) [Chorus: Duffy] We them niggas causin' all type of trouble Too much ice, leavin' all type of puddles Dracos and blue pesos in the duffel Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle, bitch Shit We them niggas causin' all type of trouble, nigga You can't fuck with us Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle [Verse 1: Duffy] Them young niggas trippin', bro, they always up to somethin' I be tryna shoot a nigga, why they tryna Royal Rumble? Backpack boy, tryna make a nigga cookie crumble Even when I'm with my shawty, got it on me, I don't trust 'em Go and count up all the numbers, niggas gettin' lapped up Movin' how they movin', I can tell them niggas scared of us You niggas all mad, see the uchies we done ran up? Foul on a play, but it don't matter, nigga, and-one Flex on these niggas, act like I never had nothin' Loafy in my pocket, how you get it? Bitch, I pass for it Pull up with a hundiddy for him like he asked for it Lookin' for the scoreboard so I can go and dance on him, nigga [Chorus: Duffy] We them niggas causin' all type of trouble Too much ice, leavin' all type of puddles Dracos and blue pesos in the duffel Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle, bitch Shit We them niggas causin' all type of trouble, nigga You can't fuck with us Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle [Verse 2: Young Bull] We them niggas causin' all type of static Flipped a nigga, made him do acrobatics Chosen one, I ain't never been to practice (Nah) Stinc Team, we the flu flammin' champions I'm a trophy so don't act like you know me (Bitch) Mud walkin' on a loaf and I keep pole with me Chosen one, I ain't never been a rookie (Hell nah) I'm too icy, too greedy for the uchies Thirty-three shots, fuck nigga try to book me Pippy Longstocking showin' out, actin' silly Slidin' in a big body foreign, this ain't a hemi Do the dash on 12 if they ever try to get me (Fuck 12) [Chorus: Duffy] We them niggas causin' all type of trouble Too much ice, leavin' all type of puddles Dracos and blue pesos in the duffel Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle, bitch Shit We them niggas causin' all type of trouble, nigga You can't fuck with us Chosen ones, yeah, we got it Off the Mussle [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] Off the Mussle, Stinc Team, we them niggas causin' trouble Blam-blam, it's some pesos in a Louis duffel Wanna fuck? I need a thumper, I don't trust her If it's beef, holler at me when it's comin' All these issues with the team, nigga, speak to me A small fry, here's a big MAC, pipsqueak This water on my neck, I might drown and leave him six deep I don't do the groupie shit, bitch, you could miss me Our shooters hidin' in the cut with the shy glizzies I'm off of Perc and some shrooms, know my mind trippin' Go on and hotbox his whip, I see five hippies Yeah, I'm known for it, I don't even mind trippin'