Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch, you know the truth You know how we do, nigga Ayy Hey, yeah Let me get in my bag (I'm good on the East, but most of my niggas from the West side Yeah, we—) Ayy [Verse 1: Duffy] I'm good on the East, but most of my niggas from the West side Yeah, we showin' up, then showin' out when it's showtime Been outside, I never seen you niggas, don't lie I be on the block 'til daylight if shit get haywire Beatin' niggas with the action knowin' Duff be away Since a youth, did my thing, keep a gun but don't bang Every gang know my name, he could never say the same It's what it come with when you really a joint in LA I just made like 20K, today gon' be a good day All my niggas fightin' cases, we ain't doin' no fakin' Don't get it twisted, yeah, we fly, but everybody in here gangsters Bad bitches on they way, it's time to have a celebration This ain't nothin' close to nothin' shawty used to Neck like an ice cube, shit, you know how we do it Glocks and XDs, palm trees, weed and good food Pull them foreigns up to granny house, we out here barbecuing, ugh Get this understood We got rap money, but we still them boys in the hood Mini Draco with the wood, yeah, I wish a nigga would Your bitch said, "Can I come over?", I just told her, "Yeah, it's good" Ridin' in the foreign with a compact pistol A SIG with hollow tips if you want me to be specific (Nigga) Shootouts with it, it's just another Friday in the trenches Mob ties in Compton, I'm on [?] and Central, nigga [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Get your boogie on, we in Los Scandalous Niggas know how we do it, it's foreigns parked at granny's We got the members on the block, I don't associate with Stanley Somebody call Chaos up, I need some honey jerk salmon (Naw, for real) Remember hoppin' on the metros, the 40 or the 212 Good barbecue chicken at the park and kids on fourwheelers In mini bikes swervin' through the land, but it's foreigns now OTM, and, bitch, we been the truth, I know you heard about us West bullies, six O, shout out all my soul limes Shoutout all my cholos, bet they pullin' up in no time Shoutout to my jeweler, I told Rami, "Make it roll bounce" It's how we do it, I was raised up in SoCal South Central LA, bitch, it's all about the Benjamins On a Friday night slidin' and this chop came from Triple X Play that Off The Mussle music 'til the speakers break Runnin' through these hundreds, I told my auntie, "Count this 20K"