Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy] I done slaved many men for givin' two cents Fifty shots, it's blue tips all in his crewneck Hoppin' out the Double-R flexin' and my jewels dancin' Speed up and crash in the trenches, got the pint spillin' (Armani, this shit stuey, boy) Why you sippin' exotic soda with no juice in it? Leave a nigga in Timbuktu with his Timbs missin' You ain't shot shit for ten years we act the same weapon We don't [?] the same, money know I fuck the same bitches (Shit, for real) Shows packed out, it look like Times Square Let's be for real, that shit you sportin', I would never wear it He wanna fuck the bitch, I want the chip, bro, that nigga square Teletubby softy, he 'bout sweet as a teddy bear Got Big Pun holdin' the drum, he look like Biggie Smalls Pockets full of hundreds, I could tell you got less than a hundred, shi— No cap, no diddy, these niggas undercover Raging bull or the thumper, I'm like Jimmy Butler .223s jumpin' out the chop, MJ and Bron Bron Never seen that nigga with no chicken, must be Ramadan Stupid broke bitch, all you wanna do is bar hop Pull up in that janky slider coupe and get your car shot You wanna win, bitch, I'm the truth, I told her fall in line "P, you sound like Drakeo", yeah, I know, I hear it all the time Diamond in the rough, once in a lifetime, that type of vibe I hop up in the car, you for the cause, slide, let's take a ride (Let me get in my bag) [Verse 2: Duffy] Off the Mussle in this bitch, we talkin' shit again Ayy, please don't take it personal, we shit on many men Snakes slitherin', we mow the lawn with F&Ns I got Pippy Longstocking with me, we the best of friends Countin' Benjamins, Christians on, but it ain't Sunday I'm in Hell's Kitchen mud walkin' off some good drank Slid down the opps' block, it's nothin' but a cold case It only been like half a day and we done poured the whole thing Bitch, you see this bankroll, OTM go yayo Quit the 'net bangin', we'll mash an opp potato We got ranking, we got pape', we the ones with say so Ten foreigns in the trenches, it look like a takeover I'll up this TEC on him, don't be steppin' out of line She know she gotta pay the fine if she want me to wine and dine Shit, I'm in my bag, I'm on a different type of timing Ayy, these niggas still broke? Get rich or die trying, nigga