Lyrics

[Verse 1: Duffy] Mr. Put-That-Shit-On, every 'fit I get exclusive (Exclusive) Your mans think he mad, he can't do it how I do it (Do it how I do it) I'm a shot caller, I be shootin' with my shooter (Shootin' with my shooter) That shit up and it's stuck if we ever got into it (Ever got into it) Double cups and foreign whips, I abuse it (I abuse it) I'm so icy, in this bitch lookin' choosey (Choosey) See my posse got an awful lot of jewelry (Lot of jewelry) He just got the ball and he ain't know what to do with it [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Hoppin' out the coupe with ghetto heathens and lunatics If you from out of town, don't even speak on these politics .556s blew his brains to smithereens Hеadshot him off the trap, he got John F. Kennеdy'd I'll Deebo the whole block over one brick (Over one brick) Off The Mussle, yeah, we here to stay, when it's gon' click? (It's gon' click) You gon' hear shots in a diss, this 'til the pistol click (Pistol click) Bring up certified slime 'til you pull a skit (Certified slime) [Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos] You can't be OTM if you ain't gettin' chip Every nigga that you see me with got they own blick (Own blick) I just walked out of Rami with two slit wrists Oops, just dropped a pile on the floor, look what I did (Look what I did) Yeah, them some light racks, don't mind that (Don't mind that) He was beggin' to get stipped 'cause he ain't like that ('Cause he ain't like that) Tellin' all his friends the story how he got his pint snatched (Clown nigga) All that nigga did was cry with his nice ass (Nice ass) He got turned to a victim, guess that's my bad (My bad) Headed to the hall of fame, can't get sidetracked (Sidetracked) Off The Mussle ballin' out, but I got ice packs (Got ice packs) Me and P just scored on 'em and went right back (Scorin') Bro just caught his first ****, that's some nice ass (That's some nice ass) Lost my muscle on a scuffle, grabbed the K and came right back (Came right back) Thought he had a W and he got popped at (He got popped at) Can't leave that back door open, nigga, lock that (Lock that) Kick some fists through the door, I'm talkin' right, left (Right, left) Off The Mussle K, why you take that? (Why you take that?) Can't put a fully, ayy, Duffy, where my 9 at? (Where my 9 at?) Be with the bullies, we'll get a nigga slimed out (Yeah) How a nigga broke pump fakin'? Let me find out (Let me find out) I'm a dough getter, ho bitches be my type now (My type now) How many times I touched ten, I done lost count (Lost count) F&N made him skip, then he lagged out (Then he lagged out) Get the chip, hit your door with a roundhouse (Roundhouse) Just let the bitch hit my cup, then she passed out (My cup) I know loners for you broke, why your hand out? We locked in, 'member days we was locked out [Outro: Duffy & Blue Pesos] Hmm, you know what the fuck goin' on (Ayy, ayy) Locked in, remember days we was locked out Bounce, bounce Thirty thousand on the wrist We got big mop sticks open in the couch Get a nigga flipped On the phone, why you startin' all this—?