Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Hey Bitch, ayy What's my name? Hmm Tell 'em like this, shit [Verse 1: Duffy] What's my name? Let me get in my bag I know you heard of OTM, we put this shit on the map They ain't wanna let us in, we kicked the door, Jet Li I'm shittin' on niggas, I guess it's just the dog in me When your mouth get to runnin', make that shit make sense Nigga, you's a lil' pup, I'm a full-grown pit 30 stick or a switch on every nigga I'm with Big dog with no bark, that last nigga got bit And free my niggas out the dog pound Sleazy nigga, hit your sister, how I did her, I belong up in the dog house Backend loaf, just made another couple thou' wow Rockin' shows, remember we was hot on SoundCloud You ain't know? Since you know now, don't be scared Just be smart, it's a stickup, put your hands in the air Boy, be a 187, none of my niggas care Two fat bitches in my face, you know I'm makin' 'em share Ayy, I'm really with the gun smoke, yeah We went solo on they ass, but it's still all love, though Drumroll, we with all the drama, we shoot big poles Big loaf full of blues, all dogshit on me Went and made a name for myself, now I can flex Foreign coupe, you bet I scooped this bitch up at LAX Took a trip to Saint Beta, me and Nina Ross next Show respect or come correct, that'll be your best bet [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Yeah, we know the name, bitch, it's Pesos with an S You got that baby 380, and all our guns is high-tech Twenty-ball on the floor, it's kind of hard not to flex It's not the way to go, jack, you on the block wearin' sandals Look, bop bop bleed 'em, catch me creepin' through the shadows Keep your mouth shut 'fore we pull up snatchin' bustdowns This Tommy gun'll have an opp nigga clown dancin' If you ain't struggled with us, ain't no seat at the round table We ain't worried 'bout that opp, we'll tape the block later Niggas steady bitchin' in my comments, here's two middle fingers Sound of the Drac' is phenomenal, R&B singin' I am not these other niggas, stupid bitch, you know I keep pistol Still be thuggin', mom said, "Stay on that rap shit" If he ain't tryna be a tattoo, make him a pack then Long pole, hide in camera before I lap dance Same starting five, I don't got too many rap friends