Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Shit You know the truth Bitch Nigga (Verse2) [Chorus: Duffy] What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun Wait, where that nigga from? Shit, so what? We know the truth, fake niggas don't get no love I just fell asleep on the bitch, I be poured up I just had a nigga runnin' like he stole somethin' Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin' If I run into the opps, we finna throw up Headshot, nigga, uh, I might throw up [Verse 1: Duffy] Uchies on the dashboard, it ain't that hard When it be time to go slidin', you don't be involved Somebody please tell these brokе niggas knock it off Yeah, you tried, but let mе really show you how to ball Niggas pump fakin', get the fuck up out my face with that Please don't worry 'bout my niggas, that's just gang and them Niggas lame, who is he? I don't know Any opp that gets by, they send the lo' and I'ma go I do what I wanna do and you do what you gotta do I feel like these niggas' father figure, I'm responsible Pour the Wock' up, this a deuce tonight, somethin' light I'm in Hell's Kitchen, I've been mud walkin' with the pint I'm a demon in the night with some ice Snatch what? Shit, yeah, alright, think twice We outside, I guess the competition gave up Down goes an opp, he got flu flammed and flamed up, uh [Chorus: Duffy] What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun Wait, where that nigga from? Shit, so what? We know the truth, fake niggas don't get no love I just fell asleep on the bitch, I be poured up I just had a nigga runnin' like he stole somethin' Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin' If I run into the opps, we finna throw up Headshot, nigga, uh, I might throw up [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Somebody call Chiefin' over here, I'm tryna pour up Told her, "Tear it off, bitch, or get lost", P is so blown I'll have my shooter knock his brains off with a head nod Sue Yung throwin' tantrums in her mansion 'cause she miss me Just Dance, we got four chops with us, nigga, Diddy bop Four coupes on his block, dumbfounded, what the city at? It's all hunduns in the duffel bag, yeah, seriously James Bond stashed in the Benz and hold the F&N (Shit) His bitch got hit, he gon' slit his wrist Pippy Long in this bitch goin' bananas with the monkey grips Don't give a fuck where you from or them niggas that you be with All fratenizers get control-alt-deleted Any tough guys, we gon' have to put the street on 'em Nigga, beat the block, we ain't fuckin' with no chief Wiggims Didn't I just tell you tough guys get the street on you? "He was just playin', P, why the fuck you leave his brains leakin'?" [Chorus: Duffy] What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun Wait, where that nigga from? Shit, so what? We know the truth, fake niggas don't get no love I just fell asleep on the bitch, I be poured up I just had a nigga runnin' like he stole somethin' Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin' If I run into the opps, we finna throw up Headshot, nigga, uh, I might throw up