Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch Let me get in my bag [Chorus: Duffy] I'm into talkin' that money And one thing for sure, we gon' get it for sure We comin', we comin' with blowers for sure Lamb chop out back to back with the Rolls Jumped off the porch, in that water I dove My niggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose These niggas supposedly gettin' it But niggas be cappin', you niggas should know how that go [Verse 1: Duffy] We got the drugs, lil' bro, what you want? We havin' this pint, really havin' them 'bows Pounds and pounds of good fried dough Remember them days we was baggin' up lows Nerd-ass nigga should know what we on It's loyalty royalty all on my clothes Turn to a snake and get hung for surе I'm stick and movin', stick at my shows Niggas is slow, niggas retarded High as a bitch, I'm like Marvin thе Martian Scorin' on niggas like I'm Michael Jordan I gotta show niggas that they can't guard me Come get your bitch, get her up off me I'll come in here and I'm endin' the party I'm in the crib with a stick on my hip And a mop in the closet, don't get me started Play with your bitch, not us, we'll hurt you We get the chip, no bums in the circle Glock on my lap, my heart black and the money be blue and my double cup purple Niggas be Urkels, it's time to expose 'em He should be worried, he havin' no motion Shooter with me, got a thirty clip pokin' I'm coolin' with a deuce of Wock' in my soda Nina talkin' that money and one thing about it for sure, we gon' get it for sure [Chorus: Duffy] I'm into talkin' that money And one thing for sure, we gon' get it for sure We comin', we comin' with blowers for sure Lamb chop out back to back with the Rolls Jumped off the porch, in that water I dove My niggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose These niggas supposedly gettin' it But niggas be cappin', you niggas should know how that go [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] I know how this go, put an opp in a box A bag on his head, niggas strappin' the 'bow My shooter in the back, he high as a bitch If a nigga start trippin', he slappin' his .40 It's time for the mission, nigga, get out and slide You sound like a bitch, you wanna sit in the car I do what I want, nigga, fuck your rules He said, "Don't start", put my hand in the jar Guns, roses, snakes, forties Like how many shells could you fit in that Uzi? You ain't never had a gun everytime I seen you I know Sue Yung hate me, so I bop-bop bleed her Ballin' hard, I'll shoot a broke rich It's just us in the fin, I'm Nikola Jokić Let's get them 'bows gone, it's time for a road trip Nigga, explain to me where is your motion? Let's shut the block down, what's up with all the commotion? You ridin' too comfortable, nigga, quit the loafin' You playin' with your nose, should've known you was a coke head Put them new sticks to work, don't post shit