Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Nigga (Sol at, where the sol at?) We know the truth (Sheesh, Jon) Shit [Chorus: Duffy] Niggas back bitin', I don't get it I can't make no promise that you safe if you be with him (Shit) I'm finna rock out, heavy metal, Jimi Hendrix Changin' for the better, they gon' say I'm actin' different They wanna see me in a body bag or up in prison Oh, you tryna get some uchies? Pay attention Niggas need to get that dick ridin' out they system I'm in the field, make it out the only mission [Verse 1: Duffy] Got it Off the Mussle, I ain't kiddin' I got my fire, so go ahead and burn your bridges Swear my life is like a movie, it ain't scripted Audеmar Piguet, yeah, I'm thinkin' we should risk it (Shit) Wе gon' keep the truth alive, niggas know Do or die when it's smoke, niggas know If it's one thing for sure, stick pokin' at my shows Where the beef at? Get a nigga ordered up to-go Niggas know, Stinc Team been gettin' dough Finna take ma shoppin', Glock on me in the store Been had, been had, been ridin' 'round with pole I want it all, God know this life is what I chose Long live the Ruler, niggas know we out here trippin' I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, I be chasin' chicken Niggas' last place, Off the Mussle winnin' Them niggas you might really think be gang and be pretendin' [Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos] Niggas back bitin', I don't get it I can't make no promise that you safe if you be with him I'm finna rock out, heavy metal, Jimi Hendrix Changin' for the better, they gon' say I'm actin' different They wanna see me in a body bag or up in prison (Shit) Oh, you tryna get some uchies? Pay attention (Pay attention) Niggas need to get that dick ridin' out they system (You know the truth) I'm in the field, make it out the only mission [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Niggas back bitin', I got Pippy I say easy thirty-three for any backstabs or sneak dissers He wasn't thuggin' on the block, he can't hang with us You can go, the door open, like I promise I don't need bitches In the light or the dark, watch the piece glisten It's hittin', all the bitches want a piece of me Priceless diamonds, foreigns, designer weapons He with his buddy, I'm shootin' with more officials Always window shoppin', nigga couldn't even afford to get it Shit bagged him, left his ass slumped in the porta-potty Don't ask about my jewelry, you can't even afford Rami The grim reaper here, I'm snatchin' the soul out him Who tryna beef? These niggas is nobodies Straight bitches, I swear, that's on my mama Don't come around with no hustle or no job This shit forever, bitch, long live the Don This ain't for kids, stay in the house, matter fact, call your mom I'll slap your big homie, matter fact, bring your dad too It's two cents to get a nigga chipped like who asked you? Niggas know the truth about the Team, keep it a hundiddy, bitch [Chorus: Duffy] Niggas back bitin', I don't get it I can't make no promise that you safe if you be with him I'm finna rock out, heavy metal, Jimi Hendrix Changin' for the better, they gon' say I'm actin' different They wanna see me in a body bag or up in prison Oh, you tryna get some uchies? Pay attention Niggas need to get that dick ridin' out they system I'm in the field, make it out the only mission [Outro] (Sheesh, Jon)