Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (I get my work from the narco) Nigga Look Let me get in my bag [Verse 1: Duffy] Who that nigga talking? Just some nigga we ain't worried 'bout Finna bust a nigga bubble, gang aired him out (Gang aired him out) Nigga cowards, I let bullets fly through Courage house (Fly through Courage house) Politicking on the 'Gram, what is that about? (What is that about?) Narco wave, bitch, we plugged in, Cali to the south Nigga ran his mouth, I shut him up, I'm with the bouncing out ( I'm with the bouncing out) Nigga, you ain't never shot that stick, you should put it down Ain't no broke niggas here, you can't come around (You can't come) OTM heavy stepping, ain't nobody trippin' on us Clutching on my blower in the party 'cause I'm feeling funny (Feeling funny) He's no longer if he try me, nigga, what opponent? Niggas sleeping on LA, gang and them finna get it going (Get it cracking) [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] He think he Rambo with that gun, we gon' take it from him (We gon' take it from him) Off the Mussle for the what? Niggas know the slogan Hundred shells make his ear ring, make a big explosion (Make a big explosion) You ain't never popped no Perc-10, nigga, that's an Ibuprofen (Nigga, that's an Ibuprofen) Niggas really think they hard rapping Times New Roman? Hold the strap steady, why you sweaty, nigga? Time to focus (Time to focus) Acting out in Neimans striping niggas out they Gucci loafers (Out they Gucci loafers) Cocky when I throw the gang up, niggas know I be boasting I got drop on the opps, time to put it in motion He said he finna shoot me, I just laughed and I told him to blow it (Blow it) Off The Mussle fuckin' up the party, we causing commotion We know you see this blower poking, ready for it, fully loaded (Fully loaded) [Verse 3: Duffy] He don't really want no smoke, niggas probably joking I know you heard of Off the Mussle, they by far the coldest Catch that boy with Chuck E. Cheese, I'm striping his tokens You ain't with the cool guys, go sit with the broke ones Niggas weird, if you ain't gang, I can't rock with niggas I ain't tryna talk to bums unless the topic chili He thought we only had .30 but we got extensions Tried to pop it out the mouth, hit him right in the kisser Anytime we in the field, we gon' treat it like the Super Bowl If the Stinc Team here, this an automatic danger zone Niggas really in the streets, he a thug on the microphone Made him dance, had to hit him with an Uzi, made his shoulder roll [Verse 4: Blue Pesos] Pass the blower, hit the dash, Duffy hit me with the give and go You ain't gang then I'm cool, I'd rather sit alone Stuffed his body in the locker, R.I.P. to Davy Jones Asking for a hand, hold this hundred, look, here it goes Street nigga toting poles, chalk zone him, take a stroll Niggas smile in my face, I know they hate me, though Counting up the racks and the packs, it's all on the stove Stinc Team K, is he stupid? We gon blow his dome [Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Yeah, nigga Narco Stinc wave (Niggas know, Off the Mussle for the win) Bitch Bitch Gang and them, gang and them