Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Good lookin', Zay I need some cold shit for what I'm finna say I was trippin', but I'm chillin' off this eight (Coronado on the beat) The opps mad, they can never catch a break [Chorus: Duffy] Think he fuckin' with me? That is not the case I don't wanna do no song, bro, I'm straight Demon time, pitchforks out, nigga, even if I ate Your bitch on me so I put her on some skates, she's a roller [Verse 1: Duffy] Couple rappers really in the field, but they older I had guns I blew a couple times, but I sold 'em Now I got your addy 'cause I seen when you told her That snitch shit, no, we do not condone it Yeah, you goin' up with that flow, but you weak 'cause you stole it I drop and these niggas try to clone it Two brand-new mini Dracs and we tryna unload 'em Had snakes in the grass, but I mowed it Seen this weird opp nigga, told him that my aim was the coldest That nigga ain't believe me, so I showed him Said he had bread, but it's molded, his fate got unfolded I upped Glock on him for the chili, left him frozen I'm sorry for my niggas, bro, I really can't control 'em I'm shuttin' down the party if I pull up with my soldiers A joint, bitch, I'm chosen, that gun, you don't own it And stop askin' niggas 'bout my price 'cause I rose it, nigga [Chorus: Duffy] Think he fuckin' with me? That is not the case I don't wanna do no song, bro, I'm straight Demon time, pitchforks out, nigga, even if I ate Your bitch on me so I put her in some skates, she's a roller [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] The hottest, you ain't notice? Nigga, show me my opponents Ridin' with your rap friends, just know we kill rollers Keep her locked up in a cage like Batman, you don't own her We all equipped with jackhammers, got all our tools pokin' Don't ask, "What's in my cup?", niggas weird, you ain't pour it All these old-ass niggas act like Lamar Odom I ain't fuckin' with 'em Hangin' with the opps, these shots hot, you better duck All these niggas swear they thuggin' 'til we pull up, put them K's on 'em On white tees, rest in peace, put his face on 'em Why the fuck he cuff a roller? Is he stupid? Finna break on her Mean muggin', let this chop speak 'cause I ain't say nothin' Forty-yard dash, this the draft, he's a track runner Drivin' fast, the MAC on us Didn't want the bitch, I had to leave her on the back burner Make your last wish, I hope you live, came with Timmy Turner All you niggas real broke, you never been a money earner That's just to sum it up Totin' fat straps up in the back, I make 'em double dutch Hit a backflip or somethin', spin around with bubble guts Duffy came with stick on him, a hundred, we got double drums Dark coupes creepin' on his block, we havin' hella fun [Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos] Think he fuckin' with me? That is not the case I don't wanna do no song (Bitch), bro, I'm straight Demon time, pitchforks out, nigga, even if I ate Your bitch on me so I put her in some skates, she's a roller [Outro: Duffy] But they older, nigga Ain't nobody out here, nigga Yeah, nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Off The Mussle for the win You know exactly what's goin' on, nigga Think he fuckin' with me? That is not the case Think he fuckin' with me? That is not the case I don't wanna do no song, bro, I'm straight Nigga, like On me, you niggas is not fuckin' with me Pitchforks out and all that, nigga Yeah, nigga, I came out with Gervonte Davis, nigga Bitch I don't wanna do no song, bro, I'm straight, nigga