Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch You know what the fuck goin' on [Verse 1: Duffy] Strip team, bro just hit me with the Facetime Me and P just poured a three, bitch, I'm too fired New chain, I'll take yours 'fore you take mine Tryna get a million, I don't never really waste time That nigga jumpin' off the porch without his shoes tied I'll knock a nigga down to size if he my height My fault, niggas mad we hoggin' all the spotlight All for it, all these niggas nice, fuck I look like? Fuck I look like gettin' fucked out a contract? Keep the goofy shit up over there, yeah, y'all got that I just bought a brand new .9, this bitch compact Box with me, I'll leave a nigga eye black [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] That piece ain't worth nothin', nigga, why the fuck you buy that? My mind on the mil', niggas tryna get me sidetracked I'm smokin' out the pound, niggas matchin' two dime sacks I know we hit your bitch, but stop actin' like a crybaby Roll bounce, I'll let a hundred off for Rami That 10K don't compare, bro, you got that from the swap meet Hold the Glock, Duff, pass the E-SIG, I'm tryna swap heats She keep sayin' I'm a nigga, bitch, that's obvious I'm a breadwinner, other niggas bottom feeders I got a heaven-sent flow, come take a walk with Jesus Jointed up, y'all should be thankful for the cold demons You choose bitches over hoes, shit, that's your business [Verse 3: Blue Pesos & Duffy] We'll blow his head off if he toe steppin' Hit the gas and get lost, it ain't no pressure Why you hangin' with a snitch like you don't know better? [Verse 4: Duffy] Shit, Mei Ling and Sue Yung know us, we the home wreckers OTM, I'll kill behind them three letters Let him get to lookin' like he trippin', we'll do the extras Step on him in these McQueens I just had to get Three hundred dollars in my cup, high fashion shit [Verse 5: Blue Pesos] Shit, who mans is this? Quit the fabricatin', we know the truth, that is not the truth Thousand dollar J's when I'm tryna hoop You gon' always be broke 'cause you hang with goofies Crash on deck, tryna found out where we stashed the blower [Verse 6: Duffy] Since when was niggas touchin' money? I ain't really notice I'll go in Neimans for a tee and blow a couple hundred Mud walkin' off the Wock', but I ain't losin' focus, nigga, shit [Outro: Duffy] Yeah, it's some shit on me, bitch Yeah, nigga Spendin' racks in Neimans and all that We know you niggas see it Yeah, shit is in me and it's on me Bitch