Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Bitch Hey [Verse 1: Duffy] The trenches in me, we gon' make it out You could thank us later, you should thank us now We do skits, that big mouth shit not allowed Runnin' wild with a loaf of cash, you can't turn me down Hm, I'm on a different type of time I'm in my bag, bitch, I ain't even in my prime Cliquin' up with niggas who don't like us, get in line Check the autopsy, he got hit with two nines [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Here's a hundred, nigga, fuck a punchline He in the club without a strap, that's an instant side eye Any opp, we gon' nail him to a cross and baptize him Three hundred for a what? We don't tolerate them prices Stupid chop for a nigga flеxin' biceps Make a nigga Diddy Bop if he gеttin' too hyphy He gotta go, flee the scene, Duff, I think I hear sirens I don't trust these niggas, that's on God Almighty [Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos] Niggas broke, I don't know why niggas be lyin' When the joints here, that's when all the bums be quiet The leaders of the new school, all these old niggas cryin' Hand his ass a Big MAC and make sure you supersize it Too much shots fired, ain't no beef, he on a diet She say she want a real fly nigga, I'm the pilot Ling Ling, Mae Ling, Susie, please bring me diamonds Too many shots, had him drunk, left him slumped on an island Better luck next time, yeah, that lame nigga tried it Quit the Insta' typin', niggas mad 'cause we shinin' Like what is niggas on? Niggas nice or niggas opps? Let off shots, stick and move in silence, I don't talk a lot I don't talk to cops neither, he ain't allowed on his block Drop fifty on the floor, we got these niggas lookin' lost I'll quarterback the play and you can be Randy Moss I got blood on my hands, now I gotta wash 'em off, ugh