Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (I get my work from the narco) Yeah You know the truth, yeah Shit [Refrain: Duffy & SaySoTheMac] Who that talkin'? I ain't worried 'bout him Stincs walkin' in, we the joints, I know you heard about us I leave the house, ain't got no choice, I'm bringin' heavy metal Niggas police, told 'em beat it, we can't speak about it Shit, make sure y'all know what the truth is Snakes slither by me, but we cuttin' off the loose ends Always gettin' money, never tried to be the cool kids Double deckers on us, bitch, we comin' with our two friends Anything he say, he better stand on it Slidin' with my chop, I ain't tryna put my hands on him Told that nigga, "Listen to the Stincs, you might learn somethin'" Chops out, it's a MAC show, nigga, say somethin' Stinc Team, bling bling, cannons out, so say cheese Ring-ring, ding-ding, get the bag, we flee the scene Susa Lee is not as valuable if she ain't with Mei Ling Keep it player, baby, that's too bad if you don't know what that mean Slow motion, double cup, we finna pour some mud Mini Draco on me, they like, "Duffy, where you get that from?" Why you look surprised? Even demons like to have some fun Ain't no fake niggas with the gang, we don't show no love (Ayy) [Chorus: SaySoTheMac] Mac with a trap 'cause I like it like that Threw some nuts on my MAC 'cause I like it like that Heard the strap go brrat 'cause you ain't like me like that Look, this Trish, I don't like it like that She a punk rock bitch, I ain't like her like that Feet bleedin' on the track 'cause I like it like that Stincs run LA, bitch, fans like us like that Ugh, blow a bag and get it right back [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Fins and MAC-10s, you know I like it like that Four niggas in the coupe, that mean we came with eight straps I started lettin' hollows off, they like, "Damn, P, relax" Big cannons, Mad Max, gas inside the backpacks Ugh Try the Stincs, you won't last It's some shit on me, bitch, tell these niggas, "Back-back" Exterminate this nigga, I start feelin' rat vibes Get some oochies or a job, I don't hang with shoe shiners Shit We know the truth, the truth hurts, ain't that the truth? All it take is one mean muggin' here, I start actin' a fool Chops out, mops out, nigga, what you tryna do? Stinc Team them niggas with that shit on them, we sip juice Long live the Ruler, John Gotti, ain't no snakes by me Big body foreign, Pippy Long in the front with me Let the bitch go, she ain't yours, plus you play pimpin' Don't ever ask if I got my strap, you know it stay with me [Chorus: SaySoTheMac] Mac with a trap 'cause I like it like that Threw some nuts on my MAC 'cause I like it like that Heard the strap go brrat 'cause he ain't like me like that Look, this Trish, I don't like it like that She a punk rock bitch, I ain't like her like that Feet bleedin' on the track 'cause I like it like that Stincs run LA, bitch, fans like us like that Ugh, blow a bag and get it right back [Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug] I'm Mr. No Rap Cap, I know you like it like that Okay, that was a nice job, but here's five, now slide back I spilled sauce on the bitch, her job was to slime me back Play with me, get stripped, nigga, that's a grimy fact I'm from the Stinc Team where we get grimy racks If it was a bein' the truth award, I would get a lot of plaques I hang with mob bosses like Roger the Rabbit Stinc Team, OTM buff in the booth like P90X Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't know, shit, I charge her for sex If I ever hit your bitch, she's a part of the collection You didn't hit your knees for pastor Ralfy, it's fine, I ain't a reverend Pourin' double whammies, bitch, like, "Go best friend, go best friend" F&N on me, no wrestler, don't test me Diamonds water, super soaker, I can go jet skiin' I'm the truth, nothin' like you, best believe we different You gon' give me the money or not, it's your decision The Plug [Refrain: Duffy & SaySoTheMac] Who that talkin'? I ain't worried 'bout him Stincs walkin' in, we the joints, I know you heard about us I leave the house, ain't got no choice, I'm bringin' heavy metal Niggas police, told 'em beat it, we can't speak about it Shit, make sure y'all know what the truth is Snakes slither by me, but we cuttin' off the loose ends Always gettin' money, never tried to be the cool kids Double deckers on us, bitch, we comin' with our two friends Anything he say, he better stand on it Slidin' with my chop, I ain't tryna put my hands on him Told that nigga, "Listen to the Stincs, you might learn somethin'" Chops out, it's a MAC show, nigga, say somethin' Stinc Team, bling bling, cannons out, so say cheese Ring-ring, ding-ding, get the bag, we flee the scene Susa Lee is not as valuable if she ain't with Mei Ling Keep it player, baby, that's too bad if you don't know what that mean Slow motion, double cup, we finna pour some mud Mini Draco on me, they like, "Duffy, where you get that from?" Why you look surprised? Even demons like to have some fun Ain't no fake niggas with the gang, we don't show no love (Ayy) [Chorus: SaySoTheMac] Mac with a trap 'cause I like it like that Threw some nuts on my MAC 'cause I like it like that Heard the strap go brrat 'cause you ain't like me like that Look, this Trish, I don't like it like that She a punk rock bitch, I ain't like her like that Feet bleedin' on the track 'cause I like it like that Stincs run LA, bitch, fans like us like that Ugh, blow a bag and get it right back