Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Nigga Shit [Verse 1: Duffy] P, what's the word? I'm flu flammin', I don't know what niggas heard Play with OTM, catch an awful lot of hollow points Hold up and new Balenciagas in the mud Why this nigga pop it to me? I am not the one Broke bitch tryna kick it with me, I am not the one Niggas mad, I guess they really hate to see us up I don't know what these niggas on, close that back door [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] The opps ain't the type to even slide, I'm for sure I'm a true shot caller, I done opened plenty doors Only half out the hundred, I should probably give 'em more War time, up the score, they're wavin' flags, ain't tryna forfеit Nina ridin' shotgun in the foreign lookin' gorgeous You'll flеx if you had the shit I had, you can't afford it We'll put him on the menu like, "Can I take your order?" I just sent LeBron James to the block to guard Jordan [Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos] .223s for any snakes or informants I'm high as fuck, it's 'bout three in the mornin' One in the head, we ain't givin' niggas warnings Postin' guns and don't shoot 'em, niggas corny Shit, it's gettin' ugly, you should listen Pippy Longstocking with me, we got all extensions I'll put the slap on any nigga with the quickness [Verse 4: Blue Pesos] I keep pourin' fours of Wock', I'm addicted Posin' to my music, she just really want attention This nigga walked in with them bums, I'm confused and offended If I drop a ten on the floor, who gon' be the one to clean it? I'm too famous to be on the 'Gram goin' back and forth with weenies Sue Yung and Mei Ling, it got a deeper meaning Off the Mussle walked in and bled the scene, sweet Jesus I hate niggas, I'm a true Stincmeaner Quit the small talk, bro, I'm a boss, nigga, beat it, ugh [Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Niggas kept askin' for that old OTM You know what the fuck goin' on As usual .223s for a nigga LJ and MJ, nigga You're not the one, nigga Yeah, nigga, run the play back Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Long live Drakeo Bitch-ass nigga Niggas had they lil'— you feel me? Niggas thought they had— Yeah, I'll come take niggas' shine Yeah Niggas mad You on the wrong side of things It's unfortunate, buddy It's unfortunate Ugh Ugh Stop playin', nigga You know the truth Long live Drakeo, long live Ketchy, nigga These niggas is bums, haters, envious, nigga That shit don't matter, though Off the Mussle here to stay, nigga Shit ain't nothin' new They don't know what the fuck goin' on Bitch Ugh They could hate us What I say? They hate to see us up Matter fact, keep all this on there, Pocket, we need the whole outro No cap, fuck these niggas On gang and them, nigga, haha Bitch-ass niggas, yeah, stay mad, nigga, yeah, Off the Mussle for the win, stop playin', nigga, yeah Outro Yeah, nigga Niggas gon' be mad, nigga, when they see that, yeah, that Yeah When this drop, yeah, bitch Eat that