Lyrics

[Intro] (Smoov, what's good, baby?) [Chorus: Duffy] Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon? Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote [Verse 1: Duffy] See the wheels on the bus, why you save her? She a roller I'm a Chrome Hearted nigga, and it's only gettin' colder PTSD, I got thе devil on my shoulder Out herе thirsty for a loafy, I suggest you hand it over Got the drop on him, it feel like I found treasure Play ball with the Stincs? Hell nah, nigga, never I find it pretty gay when they try not to give us credit All these niggas in they feelings, we must really be some pressure Willy-nilly, reckless, five straps on the dresser Why would I be worried? Niggas know I'm out here steppin' Take that shit off, that ain't it unless we said it Be prepared to tear it off or you can hit the exit [Chorus: Duffy] Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon? Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] I'm a too greedy Stinc, you should know I like to boast I don't show no love, stop sayin' I'm your bro His brain a root beer float, what you mean muggin' for? I got Medusa on my neck, I might blind you with these stones War Jones on my stiffler but my neck kickboxin' Who gon' stop me if you lackin' in your whip hotboxin'? All smoke, call the rosters, 2Pac'd him, big poppin' Don't be mad 'cause your hottie wanna be a thotiana Fifteen thousand on my neck, you Hollywood, yes, that This E-SIG smoke good, ain't no need for Camo bags It get hectic in the field, this ruler here for safety measure You wanna be a Stinc member? Fuck off, nigga, never Your bars ain't up to par, maybe you should get better This a strap and some hundreds in my Off-White leather Heavyweight chops, you wanna box? You a featherweight Suggest you calm down 'fore this situation escalate [Chorus: Duffy] Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon? Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote [Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug] Hm, that was all she wrote She thought she was gon' pay me and see the stars, bitch lost her hope They like, "Ralfy trippin', he on arsenal mode" Exotic Stincy buds, usin' the torch to burn the smoke Stinc Team self-made bosses, we got it on our own We not gettin' rich off raps, we gettin' rich off clothes In the booth talkin' factual shit tryna piss off folks To get these boogers in my ear, I had to dig in my nose You niggas can never be on the shit I'm on Thought he was fuckin' with me, I'm tryna be off the shit he on Crack a nigga egg and do magic tricks with the chicken like Benihanas Mixmatchin' designer, today it's Givenchy and Dolce Gabbana, the Plug [Chorus: Duffy] Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon? Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote