Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] [Verse 1: Duffy] Ayy, bitch, I told you already, I like hoes The ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough Ayy (Bitch) Here, take these duffel bags and hit the road It don't matter where we goin', I for surely got the pole, ayy Nina Ross by my side, I know you remember All the times when we went to slide and you was actin' like a (Bitch) She be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my dick She a trick, that's why I can't really love no (Bitch) Keep it playеr or just stay on the bench OTM just came in hеre, some shit ain't gon' wanna miss She was lookin' kinda average, turned her to a bad bitch Cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin', I came for the backend Pippy, that's the 30 clip, I'm not the one to go against Diamonds hittin', bitch, you know the heavyweights is walkin' in Come with me and bring your friend I could get you any drug tonight We fuckin' up the club tonight, I snuck the F&N Turn her up, I'm bossin' up, I'm pullin' up, I get shit done Off the Mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones Gave a hundred to a bum, I don't care, them just crumbs Fried dough and BC Cooks punchin' on my lungs Sippin' mud, we do this every day My bitch know I got hoes from LA to the Bay Stay out the way, you niggas don't belong over here Want blue strips out the bitch, he wanna give her a kiss Ayy, bitch, bust this date and bring me the chip She say she want a thug nigga, but she hate when I be callin' her a bitch I ain't into playin' fig, but I'm still gettin' chicken Sippin' Tristan, never slippin' on my pimpin', lil' bitch Spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain See the lights hit the Duffy piece, Rami got me icy as a bitch Four-hundred-round drums, three Glocks with some switches Lookin' for this one nigga, he be hidin' like a bitch [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] If you talk about money, bitch, make it make sense The way these niggas act like bitches, we should throw you in a dress My shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step Talkin' on the trap and I might get a bitch slapped Bitch, know the name Not Peso, it's Pesos with a S, so get it right Still be kickin' it with members like I never touched a mic' She don't never tell me "no", ain't gotta force the bitch to bite When niggas see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers Let the E-40 slap out the coupe, I'm ghostridin' One in a thousand-somethin' songs, ain't never had no ghostwriter I told Rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds Startin' to sound like a bitch, I'm gettin' sick of niggas whinin' Got a Carti on my wrist, it still be eating Top Ramen There go the blade, bitch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it I see crash in the rear, it's 'bout that time I step on it Don't try and talk to me if you ain't got a check for Shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain't gotta check for me Ain't no "I" in team, I keep a group full of bad bitches When it's time to go outside, let's slide, nigga, don't be actin' like a— [Outro: Blue Pesos] Nigga Bitch Mm-hmm, mm-hmm Yeah, bitch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah Missing all your blessings Mister, mister That's why I can't, bitch