Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] You know who really run LA, ain't shit finna change Cleats on, we in the field, we ain't playin' no games In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in— (I get my plug from the narcos, the Mexicans) [Verse 1: Duffy] You know who really run LA, ain't shit finna change Cleats on, we in the field, we ain't playin' no games In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in this grind Niggas sayin' what they want, but the Stincs finna slide Why you tell me who you shot? Bro, I don't wanna know Anger motivatin' hustle, I found me some dough Nigga get to actin' funny, I'm uppin' the score 'Til I see a body drop, I don't feel like recordin' You ain't talkin' 'bout no dough, you is not that important You be sleepin', I be plottin' at three in the mornin' A week straight the opps hidin', this shit gеttin' borin' Most of these niggas just be hatin' 'causе gang and them scorin' [Chorus: Duffy] Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Test me, it'll be a shoot-out, who won't run with me? Shots went through his windshield, it's some holes in it Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Bitch Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga Shit, ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Bitch Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] What's wrong with him? Talkin' like he stupid, he must own a gun Chops out, blastin' old Draco, we just havin' fun Blindside him, now his ma cryin', he caught a sucker punch Pow, hundred shots to the kisser, nigga, pucker up Ryu kicks, yo, Hadouken, give him uppercuts Nigga, you a chump, always see you with a Buster Douglas Countin' up a lil' ten-piece eatin' chicken nuggets Your bitch out in LA bein' nasty, so who really love you? Niggas scarred or somethin', let's be honest, niggas know the truth Bro, quit the bluffin', that's not you, we know what's goin' on Can we get a loan? Hell nah, these niggas trollin' Get up out my comments, actin' weird, is you the police? I'ma have to show him, fake niggas, they get no love Time to take flight, we gotta go, I think the cops comin' Comin' home with uchies, mama thinkin' I'm a bank robber They don't want no static with the Team, these niggas hate problems [Chorus: Duffy] Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Test me, it'll be a shoot-out, who won't run with me? Shots went through his windshield, it's some holes in it Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Bitch Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga Shit, ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me Bitch Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga