Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Shit (I get my work from the narco) Narco, Stinc, you know the truth [Verse 1: Duffy] Heh, these niggas geeks If you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin', then it's safe if you don't speak Brought the chopper to the stage, the bitches screamin', "OMG" Bust today, I just blew a nigga in the last week (Shit) Try to run, you gon' get hawked Eat a dick to any nigga think we finna fall off P, get the chalk, I feel like niggas all talk Off the Mussle scorin', we some ball hogs, y'all mad Broke niggas still ain't got no bag, shit, that's y'all bad Hoppin' out the foreign, we just had a nigga haulin' ass Janky niggas all I be around, I gotta watch my back That nigga just wanna be our friend, he ain't like that Keep the truth alive, eithеr way, we doin' that One year, wе doubled niggas' stats, shit, do the math Missed calls, got this bitch mad, busy duckin' crash Been had, I hear you rapper niggas doin' bad I don't know what niggas on, close that back door for me All these niggas mean muggin', nigga, quit the fake thuggin' Twenty-balls back to back, Distro, keep it comin' These niggas' mouths runnin' but we know they ain't on nothin' Doin' what I do, fuck what broke niggas think State to state, different bitches sayin' I'm they favorite Stinc Told her she can kick it if she payin' for my lean Please name two youngins that can fuck with Duff and P Cappin' on the street, coupes had 'em spooky J Free throw, easy money, bitch, we do this every day Diamonds in my chain, they keep dancin' in her face Nina Ross, this'll send a nigga to the heaven's gates [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Ask my youth, they know the truth, OTM paved the way Can't no nigga tell me shit about shit, you self made Quit the playin', we know who really brought the choppers to the stage Busy .556s for niggas comin' at me strange Bet his coupe get flipped if he pull up lookin' janky Don't even go back and forth about chains 'cause yours stainless I'm equipped for the opps, in the coupe, a bully breaker Had enough of fishbowls, had to five percent tint it This chain gettin' borin', my wrist, I'm finna slit it Her man hear a soul, she's still gobblin' on stiffler We gotta go, the Stinc Team bound to show up any second We the reason LA poppin', so make sure you give us credit I ain't stressin' 'bout uchies, I get more so I'ma spend it Long John Silver, Pippy Longstocking gettin' married You know P her favorite Stinc, ain't no question she gon' pay me I sip lean and do drugs, ain't no way that you can change me Huh, bitch-ass nigga [Verse 3: Dro Fe] Uh (Flrrt) If it's beef, then it's shots, we ain't dissin' on you These extensions in my hand, I'll Pippy Long him Sent his ass to heaven, let his people mourn him Hundred thousand on a truck, rollin' abnormal (Shit) Got the dick on me Duck, Duck, Goose, we just clipped homie Oh, that was your bitch? We just flipped shawty Dissin' on the Stincs get you hit probably I'm blockin' gray Murakami Hundred K, we at Ramis Long live the Ruler, nigga, long live the Greatest Youngins out the coupe wearin' Rick shootin' faces (Woo) Uh (Uh), six hundun (Hundun) If it's beef, then it's beef, told 'em "Well done" Niggas lookin' broke, you some male sons Hit him in his head with a nail gun (Sheesh) Narco, that's the mafia We like Suge, we like Pac and them And niggas broke, we the opposite We ain't talkin' to the alphabets, Narco