Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (Ayy, Turk, turn that shit up) Nigga Ayy, get in my bag Fuck goin' on? Just pulled up in a foreign, what we on? Shit (Ayy), let me get in my bag They like hoes and nice clothes, diamonds white gold Ayy (Bitch), shit (Look) [Chorus: Duffy] I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on? I shot my pole before I ever made a song I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone Icy nigga, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos? Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough Got it Off The Musslе, ain't no PPP loan (Look) [Verse 1: Duffy] Better have your polе, I got mine, you can't hold it John Madden, Phil Jackson, I just put the play in motion (Shit) Slide by stupid, this his crib? Let's sit on it I'm the chosen one, shit, what's that on my wrist? A hood trophy Rap cap, we don't condone it, these niggas livin' lies Walk up on me poppin' it and I'm for surely uppin' fire Don't come to the deep end, fuck around, get deep fried Ayy, I be on the block with the sharks, the great whites Get right or get left 'cause OTM steppin' in Oh, the opps in here? Cool, we snuck mops and F&Ns Shakedown, got shanaynay with me and her best friend Neiman and Marcus seen me spillin' mud in Saks Fifth Hmm, blue strips bustin' out my pocket, this a new 'fit Who trippin'? I've been seein' opps wearin' lipstick Take a nigga whole kit to the crib, pick six I don't do the back and forth, we get too much real chip (Know the truth) [Chorus: Duffy] I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on? I shot my pole before I ever made a song I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone Icy nigga, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos? Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough Got it Off The Mussle, ain't no PPP loan [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] New clothes, new chrome, every piece got white gold You won't fit plain, you don't even got no toes Live fast, sip slow, pour it 'til it overflow I got the devil in my ear, I think he got mind control My shooter on parole, but in the field like it's the Super Bowl Chopsticks in here, just turned his brains into a sushi roll Fatty on the mop, this bitch longer than a striper pole Don't hit my phone playin', we'd flatline an Insta' troll Lining on my neck, he'll get flatlined with thunderbolts Ballerina dancin' on my wrist doin' somersaults Rappin' ain't for you, you should go and find another sport Bands in my name, fuck it, let's go get another car Maybe we go Double-R, L&R with Hellstar We gon' let the 40 spark, foreigns out double parked Water drippin', Noah's Ark, you know the scoreboard is ours Hood hall-of-famer, every year I made the all-stars Ugh [Chorus: Duffy] I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on? I shot my pole before I ever made a song I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone Icy nigga, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos? Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough Got it Off The Mussle, ain't no PPP loan