Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] That back door, can't leave it open Switch on my stick, I don't got no chill button I'll make a nigga run like Jesse Owens Slide out presidential, all these Ben Franks on me [Chorus: Duffy] I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin' My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin' Get on it, a nigga talkin' tough gon' have to show mе [Verse 1: Duffy] OTM, these niggas fakin' funk, we gon' еxpose it Sorry I ain't sorry 'bout my soul, just can't control it Niggas broke as fuck and mad they don't got nothin' goin' Run up on me, I'ma flatline him, game over Crazy, all this pump-faking, I can't take it Love rap 'cause it pay me, clout chasers make me hate me Had to go the route I felt was real, I can't fake it Demons talkin' to me on my shoulder, I can't shake 'em Shit, if I'm really bein' honest Paint a nigga head like Dennis Rodman, we've been ballin' Call it what you want, I'm in my bag, you know my M.O Live fast, sip slow, go get a bankroll [Chorus: Duffy] I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin' My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin' Get on it, a nigga talkin' tough gon' have to show me [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Floatin', I just put Codeine in my soda Ric Flair showboatin', I'm best friends with Hulk Hogan This 40-ounce bounce, he gon' hand his pieces over Always keep the chop, that's for the niggas speakin' on me Slidin', parlayin' in the dark, look at my diamonds Got the whole function starin', yeah, bitch, LA's finest Hop up in the field, nigga, stop with all that whinin' Presidential coupes, I'm in the back like Joe Biden Shit, we snapped a hundred flicks on our arrival Don't even worry 'bout it, I saved a hundred shots for any rivals For the Gods, I'll lie with my right hand on the Bible My shooter might shoot you in your face, I said it nicely I'll get a nigga stepped on in Size 28s Lackin' in the club'll get you drowned in good Chardonnay When shit hit the fan, you'll probably run away Double parked at his moms coupes a hundred K