Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch Ha, what I tell 'em? Let me get in my bag [Verse 1: Duffy] I be coolin', I be chillin' where the money at Stupid nigga think we got some beef? Shots come with that Told him put it on a plate, that's a yummy snack Put that itty-bitty stack away, them some baby racks He was dissin' on the team, he ain't comin' back Pesos should stump the whole hundred with his crazy ass Why he go against the Mussle? He's a maniac Come and see what we about, we don't do no cap Opp nigga tryna run his mouth, let this Nina touch him Shots rang out, I get exclusive 'bout this Chiefin' puffer Make that nigga start krumpin', he ain't see it comin' It's life or death in thе field, why would I be bluffin'? I ain't cheatеd on you, bae, did you see me fuck her? Last night I went to pass, I'm a Ling Ling lover Cold nigga, lay him down, he don't get no covers One nigga talk, I'm finna make his whole gang suffer Ain't no playin' with me, nigga, this get too real That nigga Duffy talkin' crazy, he got no chill Like five hundred in this cup, shit, better not spill Ain't no nigga gettin' me, I ain't made my meals Ain't no nigga catchin' me, I got millions to make I don't argue, I just shoot, I ain't doin' debates That nigga givin' weird looks, send tens to his face If you ain't really 'bout that life, get the fuck out the way You kind of sad, see an opp, then it's makin' my day Bounced out with it, had him runnin' like Ricky and Tre Got my foot up on they neck, can't give 'em a break Your buddy's never comin' back, so what can I say? Black mask, I'm with gang tryna look for a safe That's an easy getaway, gotta switch out the plates Only time I get scared when I run from the jakes If they catch me, hit the county, I'm runnin' my fade I'm a knock knock flocker, I'm talkin' to buddha This shit I'm on impossible, they like, "How do you do it?" Throw me any obstacle and I'm gonna get through it I'm a nigga, got this bitch throwin' neck to my music Swear to God, one more broke nigga speak, I'ma lose it Them OTM niggas the bomb, you cannot defuse it I hate niggas, move around, bro, what is confusing? His verse over like his life, let's call it conclusion [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] He with his granny, give a fuck, put some shells in his Buick A tough guy, but he died, so what are you provin'? Play ball, game time, nigga, ain't no substitution A hundred shells droppin' on the floor, that's the only solution Stinc Team, we only sippin' on expensive juices You know who ran off on the plug, we all wearin' buddhas Let me introduce you, come and take some shells from Pippy Longstocking More money, more problems, any opps, we finna spine through 'em Ayy, DY, you try and now his baby mama cryin' Bullets flyin' everywhere, startin' to look like a crisis On the socials, niggas typin', guess they mad 'cause they ain't biased All my sticks got a drum on 'em, why? 'Cause I'm biased Slap the fuck out this bum nigga, why? I don't fuck with you Go'n and put that chop down, nigga, you ain't bust nothin' Reachin' for my pieces, is he stupid? Niggas on somethin' Another average Joe in a casket, it's a cold summer Mr. Turn a Thug Nigga to a Store Runner It's an eighth in that Fanta and I'm still pourin' Noddin' off on that juice like it's slow motion Any nigga want the problems, get the whole hundred Do he really wanna beef with us? You ain't built like that, bro, so bein' honest, please don't bring it up Kick my feet up, shot caller, I'm a K sparker Niggas act retarted, guarantee he won't live longer Move smarter, everywhere I go I got a street sweep Let him take a peek, we gon' leave him in a deep sleep Bitch, please don't ask me if I bang, I'm from the Stinc Team The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, we got red and them green beams You know who run the city, nigga, we ain't finna speak on it [Outro: Blue Pesos] Yeah, nigga Off the Mussle for the win Y'all know