Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Nigga Shit Shit easy, nigga know the truth (This shit so motherfuckin' crazy) [Chorus: Duffy] I'm comin' through the backdoor totin' extendos, sorry, today, I ain't takin' no pictures Niggas ain't like that, I don't really mean to offend y'all, bro, but I ain't worried 'bout niggas Cliquin' up, LA still don't feel 'em Whole city know we passin' up all these niggas Any bullshit, you could miss me with it Got blick on me, and I'ma stand on business [Verse 1: Duffy] Niggas be crazy, keep bein' safe They wanna be opps, better wash they ass Playin', this shit'll get put in your face It's a big four five, lil' nigga, get back Duck for your life or get took off the map I don't say a lot, but I overreact We ballin' the hardest, we flexin' in Saks Wе kept this shit lit, why niggas so mad? I never sleep, bitch, I wokе up with time TEC on me, bro, don't be crossin' the line Play with your life, I ain't playin' with mine Ex bitch lied, said she doin' fine Step on the scene, I'm the flyest in here He actin' hard, in my heart, ain't no fear I'ma be clutchin' my Glock 'til it's clear Shit, we out of here if the police is near Fuck with a joint, I could turn a bitch up Get to the money or shut the fuck up That nigga retarded, he [?] it's us We ridin' with sticks in the back of the truck Sit on the bench while I do my dougie Niggas is followers, niggas be puppets, fuck it Brand-new piece, don't touch it, shit I got this shit Off the Mussle [Chorus: Duffy] I'm comin' through the backdoor totin' extendos, sorry, today, I ain't takin' no pictures Niggas ain't like that, I don't really mean to offend y'all, bro, but I ain't worried 'bout niggas Cliquin' up, LA still don't feel 'em Whole city know we passin' up all these niggas Any bullshit, you could miss me with it Got blick on me, and I'ma stand on business [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Why you takin' them off? I just blue Benjies I'll blow an arm off if he still want Beni I'm short tempered, bro, I be trippin' for nothin' P just a rapper, don't make that assumption I roll with the lions, the heathens, no whistles Neck P from a tree if I hang with a buster Four of Wock' in a cream, my double cup muddy Off fentanyl, bro, that nigga a junkie I was only 'bout five, first time I had a weapon He givin' bitch vibes, I don't understand it This lil' bitch broke, she givin' me headaches I got a bitch who strip with phenomenal critic I'm a flu flammin' rapper, I don't do scammin' Had the city on fire like we sparkin' up matches It's a new flow, P, I don't rap on these beats Keep that broke shit far, bein' broke a disease Bring me that fetty, I don't want a threesome You don't got the uchies, so why is we linkin'? "I look like a ho to you, P", hm, kind of The fuck is she smokin', bro? Come get your highness I might be a gold digger, I only like diamonds One-sixty, fyoom, get ghost, we hear sirens Straight faced with it, not guilty, your honor If we facin' the facts, I'm your man [?] [?] Suzy in the club, I need a one-nighter He play with my name, rip his tongue out with pliers