Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (Viper) You know the truth (IGK, this crazy) [Verse 1: Duffy] Better luck next time, you tried your best Niggas ain't wanna see me win and still here I am Hood famous, still be outside by ourself All I really know is Off The Mussle for sure gon' step [Chorus: Duffy] I'ma get the bag, that's all I know Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke Nina Ross chalk zoned the block, that's all she wrote Big bag, blue faces is all I want I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go Be thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote [Verse 2: Duffy] Put my name in your song, say no more Yеah, we was cuttin' it kinda close, but we got through thе door I'm in that water with the sharks, always hold my own Ain't askin' for nobody gun 'cause I got my own Is we givin' out smoke? Shit, what you think? I just hit a nigga with a chop, it was R.I.P He got somethin' that we need, then we whoopin' his feet I'ma win for all the young niggas that look up to me (You know the truth) I'm a boss, I do more than my job I ain't wanna send the game, we had to go against the odds I just sent my slime the drop and told that nigga, "Do your job" Feet up, I'm in the coupe, top down, Sideshow Bob I got killers, shiestied up, right with me totin' fire Don't get Bart choked, I'll do him like I'm Homer Simpson OTM a franchise, spot an opp and chastise him I got ice on me drippin', Moncler with the Christian, hmm [Chorus: Duffy] I'ma get the bag, that's all I know Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke Nina Ross chalk zoned the block, that's all she wrote Big bag, blue faces is all I want I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go Thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] Indoor breakin' hoes, that's all I know Fee-fi-fo, there go a giant, that's all she wrote Susie gettin' touchy, swear to God I'm goin' all night long If I can't bring Shanay in here, I will not go (For real) Slip and fell in through the back on a late-night run Swervin' lane to lane in traffic like Midnight Club I see your nigga shootin' up, we don't do them drugs I started laughin', he thought he hit me with the meanest mug (Hmm) What that mean? Shit, the joke's up Niggas tried to beef with the mob, now he's a cold cut (He's a cold cut) Get in the game and start shootin', I don't post up Christian wig splitter, I'll send him to Jehovah Before we fall in head-first, make sure the coast clear 30 sticks and Long John Silver, man, no fair Fk-fk-fk-fk-fk, that's for them long stares Fly nigga, need 'em grimy in my Dolces, ugh [Chorus: Duffy] I'ma get the bag, that's all I know Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke Nina Ross, chalk zone the block, that's all she wrote Big bag, blue faces is all I want I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go Thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote