Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (Ayy, Moon, turn my shit up) Bitch Yeah, good lookin', Zay (Coronado on the beat) [Verse 1: Duffy] Ain't no keepin' up All these robberies and shootings, I don't know about a single one He's a weenie, give him props 'cause he's speakin' up Terrorise a muggin'-ass nigga, what you thinkin' of? The Stincs plus beef, it ain't sweet, nigga, do the math Guns in the party, they ain't checkin' in this Louis A sneak disser nigga ran into us and he did the dash Drop a nigga body with the Glock and threw it in the trash Hit the gas in the foreign, we goin' kinda fast Every time I get up in the booth, it make them niggas mad Make a nigga fold, he was talkin' like he big and bad Evil thoughts, I do rocket science when I'm in the lab Throw a flag on the play, he's a pump faker He ain't even got no money, he a dumb hater Bitch, I'm lookin' for a bag, I'll come later Ballin' out on niggas but it's really nothin' major Think he sungazin', all he seen is red lasers Greet the Team with respect, we LA saviors Any nigga do the most, down goes Frasier We in the hills with some hoes, it ain't no neighbors [Chorus: Duffy] Got her sippin' heavily, now she cross-faded "Ayy, play that OTM" even though you just played it This nigga energy was bold, now he tryna change it Stupid nigga, are you smarter than a fifth grader? Now his brains hangin', nigga should've read about it You see this buddah on my neck? You end up dead about it I been told 'em we the truth, I just let 'em doubt it Of course I got my gun on me, I don't leave without it [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Buster Douglas, average Joe, you hang with cowards Red beams on our sticks, we got superpowers Louis V duffle stuffed with guns and a couple thousands They hate when we bring Tank Davis 'cause he overpowered Snatched his bitch up, damsel in distress, he a Debbie Downer Pounds on the stove, hundiddies in the money counter Better keep your bitch locked in the house, don't bring gang around her Last nigga tried, she's a roller, now he hate me for it Gang dropped a hundred on his head, he a 12 informant Somebody baby bro got chipped, now they lookin' for me 12 kicked the back door and they ain't findin' nothin' "Ayy, sir, this a Glock-19?" I'm just shoulder shruggin' I don't know nothin', please don't ask, I'm remedial Another average joe on the news, I ain't seen the dude Nigga, you ain't gang, what the fuck? I ain't feedin' you A messy murder scene, 12, fireman, paramedics too [Chorus: Duffy] Got her sippin' heavily, now she cross-faded "Ayy, play that OTM" even though you just played it This nigga energy was bold, now he tryna change it Stupid nigga, are you smarter than a fifth grader? Now his brains hangin', nigga should've read about it You see this buddah on my neck? You end up dead about it I been told 'em we the truth, I just let 'em doubt it Of course I got my gun on me, I don't leave without it [Outro: Duffy] Shit, nigga Got her sippin' heavily, now she cross-faded My nigga Chiefin' Stupid nigga, are you smarter than a fifth grader? Greet the Team with respect, we LA saviors, bitch Gang and them Stinc Team, nigga Now his brains hangin', nigga should've read about it, nigga You know the truth