Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Fuck? Good looking, Zay (Coronado on the beat) Tryna run up on this gun, that's a bad Decision Don't be beefing with the Stincs, bro, that's bad for business I just laugh at niggas, broke niggas always bitching I think this bum nigga mad gang actually getting it [Chorus: Duffy] You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place [Verse 1: Duffy] All gas in the dome, we don't got no brakes If I hear about some money, I'm not gon' wait Why you talking like a joint? You ain't hopped no gates Give a fuck about your name, it don't hold no weight Niggas lying 'bout they dough, you ain't cracked no safe Fat .40 sitting on my lap, this bitch not in shape Why he say he tore the club up and ain't dropped no pape'? Ain't about who first, it's who's last, this ain't no race Them Off the Mussle niggas tripping, making real noise The money play was 50-50, nigga, but I'm still going Four-five on me, call me Johnny Kilroy He ain't shot shit, he spray on buildings and billboards (Tags) Why they tryna quit now, bro? We just scored You see this dirty bum nigga? Who he walking towards? Stop him in his tracks with the strap, put him in the morgue I got my trophies out the streets, I don't need awards [Chorus: Duffy] You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Ghost Busters, white sheets, get the yellow tape [?] sound good, the Stincs paved the way Somebody wipe my new roller, ayy, bring this bitch the golden skates Toasted double cups over that body, I know they feel a way Mae Ling abuser, kick door for these blue hundreds Set a booby trap up and he fell for it You ain't doing no burglaries, you a store runner I had his whole clique here, I'm finna dump on 'em Five-star track runner, turn him to a gymnast They say black lives matter, turn that nigga to a statistic Left a smudge on his baby, we ain't never left no witness You see this Glock-19? Swizz cheese him if he trippin' Anything for the uchies. tryna triple up my digits You see his Nike Dunks missing? Think it's time to go fishing Mr. Ho Slapper, I ain't never been the type for sippin' Hand P a plate of beef, I'ma heat it, it's delicious Nigga [Chorus: Duffy] You ain't talking 'bout no dough, fuck up out my face Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place You ain't talking 'bout no dough, fuck up out my face Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way I know you know what's going on, my gang not safe He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place [Outro: Duffy] Nigga, bitch, haha Stinc Team, nigga Yeah Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way Nigga LA been goin' up, I ain't seen niggas outside, nigga Nigga wouldn't survive one day in these streets, nigga You know the truth It's hectic