Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (WardoMadeThisOne) (PPP) Bitch Hm, shit Off the Mussle, nigga Alright You know the truth (Shit, bitch) [Verse 1: Duffy] I'm in my duffy Got it Off the Mussle, I ain't never been that lucky Money callin', then we comin', no discussion I just dropped twenty on the floor like it was nothin', ugh Bitch, I chase uchies, I don't chase hoes OTM, we the ones these niggas love to hate on You ain't on what we on, you should stay at home Don't get KO'd, this that ain't nobody safe zone [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] At Sue Yung house, I need the yen and blue pesos Thumbin', havin' fun with blue hundreds like it's Play-Doh Why you chillin' with that rat? You know we hang thosе I suggest you keep a strap, this ain't the safe zonе Aim the strap down like I pressed L2 In a mansion, feet up, I guess I fell through Pull up trippin', them some mean dudes Stop cappin', you don't never be in the land, we don't see you [Verse 3: Duffy] It's bad for 'em, guarantee you These niggas really hoes, they might seem cool Play your cards right or you'll be dog food Big steppin', this a new loaf with all blues Bitch, shit, nobody's safe My thirsties callin' in, and they don't really like to wait They keep speakin' on our name, niggas know we heavyweights Cold summers in LA, we finna up the murder rate, ugh [Verse 4: Blue Pesos] No streams, can't relate I'm exclusive, give me ten feet of space Cream pop sodas, four of Wock' in big stakes When I say it, I'm dead serious, you can't eat off this plate Niggas better pipe down before they get they life snatched Actin' like a fruit cup, put shells in his pineapples Shake him up like a Tiki Pon [?] For my time and my presence, gotta pay me top dollar We gon' spare him 'cause he [?] the type to call the cops on me She said my trap elite, P, I told her, "Bring it back to me" [Verse 5: Duffy] Bitch I got niggas that'll go the back for me It's just me and Pippy Longstockin' thuggin' by our lonely Shit, real hood trophy, he just talk a lot Money talks, if we talkin' pape', we get an awful lot Big-body Beamer, we ain't fit in that parking spot Back to back, I'm with P, we just bled the block Drumline, pull off playin' heavy metal rock [Verse 6: Blue Pesos] 808s hittin' wall to wall, they like, "P, stop" Two cold demons pullin' up, had 'em shell shocked "Ayy, Duff, it's time to go 'cause the spot hot"