Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch Nigga, shit [Chorus: Duffy] It's the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks What that sound like? Nigga, that's a hundiddy bop Niggas know the truth, I don't really like to talk Niggas sayin' what they want, the Stincs still on top Hangin' with the opps, that'll get a nigga got Broke bitch tryna kick it, yeah, I think not Sorry, if it ain't no money for us, kick rocks I'm a big dog, nigga, we can never switch spots [Verse 1: Duffy] [?] drop, shit, it's not sweet We got MVPs if you ask me Ten mops in the crib, I'm a clean freak Turn a nigga hood park to a track meet Cold demon, have you ever been to Beijing Flu flammer, I go way back with Mei Ling Niggas envious, I'm way too icy Head shot a nigga, yeah, he'll be alright, bro I just got ghost in a police chase Please don't come to LA tryna play, it ain't safe Too greedy fam, oh, you wanna be a victim? If not, okay, nigga, stay up out the way Rap money, I just did the dougie in the bank Sticked up at my show, bitch screamin' out my name Take a nigga pounds, now I'm sellin' niggas eighths Take a nigga drank, I'ma sip it with the gang, ugh [Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos] It's the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks What that sound like? Nigga, that's a hundiddy bop Niggas know the truth, I don't really like to talk Niggas sayin' what they want, the Stincs still on top Hangin' with the opps, that'll get a nigga got Broke bitch tryna kick it, yeah, I think not Sorry, if it ain't no money for us, kick rocks (Shit) I'm a big dog, nigga, we can never switch spots [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Nigga, pull up to the spot right now, we got drums out We ain't playin' games, we ain't come here to talk Tear it off for me, bitch, all hunduns I ain't tryna fuck, you ain't got the dough for me, get lost We outside, Pippy Longstocking hangin' out the clip, get flipped You're acting hard, nigga, why you call the cops? Bop-bop bleed 'em on the one ten Mei Ling poppin' grease on the Too Greedy Fam, she got it socked Y'all ain't never shot shit, bro, let alone on the chop, nigga Duck with him, you'll be slumped tryna side with him Slidin' with a Glock but I used to have the .9 on me Drop a bag on a nigga head, put the price on it Hit him with a brick, R.I.P. Deebo, drop a pint on him It's P on the track, ho, Stinc Team shot callers You starin' at my neck? You'll die for this ice, brodie Drakeo tat, OTK cat, that's an eye buster (Shit) Niggas claimin' all these opps, go and slide on 'em I'll fight life, I ever drop a dime, bro Shinin' through the dark hoodied up, cut the lights on Russian Judases perish with the python (For real) Just some mud, real drugs in the styrofoam Ten chops with gun range in my condo I don't know why she tryna kick it, lil' bitch, I ain't Ronaldo Nigga tried to slide on the Stincs, how did that go? [Outro: Blue Pesos] You know the truth, nigga, ugh Stop playin'