[Intro]

(I get my work from the narco)

[Chorus: Duffy]

A whole brick to the face, R.I.P. Deebo

Bop-bop, get the bag, then it's adios, amigo

Ice chilly, dough kickin', Sub Zero

Shit, we on fire, got the torch from California's heroes

[Verse 1: Duffy]

Like, for real, though, I know you hear it in my lingo

We don't never duck smoke, yeah, I know the opps know

I'ma showboat, go broke, no, I don't think so

Flu flam, through the window, F&Ns for Kimbo

Who raisin'? Haha, I did a nigga so cold

Niggas broke, where your uchies? I'm like, "What is he on?"

"Duffy, where you get that loaf?" This on behalf of Kim Won

Paisa dance for a minute, then I get on

[Chorus: Duffy]

A whole brick to the facе, R.I.P. Deebo

Bop-bop, get the bag, then it's adios, amigo

Icе chilly, dough kickin', Sub Zero

Shit, we on fire, got the torch from California's heroes

Shit, bitch

Whole brick to the face, R.I.P. Deebo

Nigga

Bop-bop, get the bag, then it's adios, amigo

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

Bop-bop, out with the bag, adios

Cold demons, Sub Zero, flamed him up, he got torched

You could check they stat line, they ain't never tryna score

A few bricks, we got sticks, takin' combos through the door

R.I.P Deebo, dropped him, it ain't take long

Sock it to my pocket 'fore I hit you with this eight-ball

She occupied tryna suck P throat on FaceTime

I knew it was a wrap, she doubled back and seen the chain shinin', ugh

We all know Drakeo cosigned me, bitch

I know my neck goin' psycho, don't talk to me, bitch

You the type to fuck a roller, then ask her for a kiss

"P, who sent that blitz on me?" Nigga, ask Madden

Don't ask nobody nothin', bein' real, we don't know nothin'

Where the rest at? Bitch, I need more money

Breakdance out with the bag, adios

[?] white folks, Long John pokin' out my coat

Ugh

[Chorus: Duffy]

A whole brick to the face, R.I.P. Deebo

Bop-bop, get the bag, then it's adios, amigo

Ice chilly, dough kickin', Sub Zero

Shit, we on fire, got the torch from California's heroes

Shit, bitch

Whole brick to the face, R.I.P. Deebo

Nigga

Bop-bop, get the bag, then it's adios, amigo