Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (Regarnd on the beat) Yeah You know what the fuck goin' on Let me get in my bag Nigga, ayy, yeah, look [Chorus: Duffy] I've been runnin' racks up, let broke niggas talk tough Tell them niggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks I just went and fucked up Neimans, I got bored Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch [Verse 1: Duffy] Blue strips, ice chili, mud cups, the juice spillin' In my city, niggas hate to see us win, I'm used to it See the way my jewels hitting? Yeah, I keep a tool with me Shots rang, he know hangin' with the opps not bool with me Mob tied, my hitman really went to school with me Hood hall-of-fame status, tell them niggas ask 'bout me It ain't shit to go get crackin', know we keep a couple fullies Shoutout to my young niggas with the chops, they ain't no rookies Yeah [Chorus: Duffy] I've been runnin' racks up, let broke niggas talk tough Tell them niggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks I just went and fucked up Neimans, I got bored Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] My shotter kind of got a shorter, sorry, bro, I hate to warn you I was busy gettin' money, gangbangin' wasn't for me Rich rapper, that don't matter, still go kick it on the block (Rich rapper) Kicked the rap game door down like we the Swag Long extensions, Goldilocks, 30 sticks hold the stocks We was really there for me when I had holes in my socks You wasn't tryna shine with me, so hit the bench so you could watch Told the bro stay in the booth, he spend most times in the streets, but shit, it is what it is She know I'm rockin' either way I just let an opp have it, now his blood on my Boosie fade I was thuggin' since a youth and you just jumped off the porch Chief Wiggims in my rear, time to flick this bitch in Sport Do the dash, ain't no questions, ask trying, get up on me, I'ma blast Fifteen hundred on the shoes, 50K, you want the jewels, you do the math Don't act stupid, ask the promoters, we pull up with twenty straps Save a pair for my opps, I swear to God, they doin' bad [Chorus: Duffy] I've been runnin' racks up, let broke niggas talk tough Tell them niggas catch up, I'm icy, huh? We bossed up Get the uchies, it's a must, if it's a race, we in the front I made him jump with F&N and he had just jumped off the porch I'll jump out and get sturdy, this LA, it's not New York Mud walked through Hell's Kitchen, cooked the beef with pitchforks I just went and fucked up Neimans, I got bored Off The Mussle, we the joints, yeah, we the ones that got the torch [Outro: Duffy] Yeah, nigga OTM shit They know what the fuck goin' on Keep the truth alive, niggas know who got the torch Made him jump and he had just jumped off the porch Ugh