[Intro: Duffy]

[Verse 1: Duffy]

Ayy, bitch, I told you already, I like hoes

The ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough

Ayy (Bitch)

Here, take these duffel bags and hit the road

It don't matter where we goin', I for surely got the pole, ayy

Nina Ross by my side, I know you remember

All the times when we went to slide and you was actin' like a (Bitch)

She be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my dick

She a trick, that's why I can't really love no (Bitch)

Keep it playеr or just stay on the bench

OTM just came in hеre, some shit ain't gon' wanna miss

She was lookin' kinda average, turned her to a bad bitch

Cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin', I came for the backend

Pippy, that's the 30 clip, I'm not the one to go against

Diamonds hittin', bitch, you know the heavyweights is walkin' in

Come with me and bring your friend

I could get you any drug tonight

We fuckin' up the club tonight, I snuck the F&N

Turn her up, I'm bossin' up, I'm pullin' up, I get shit done

Off the Mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones

Gave a hundred to a bum, I don't care, them just crumbs

Fried dough and BC Cooks punchin' on my lungs

Sippin' mud, we do this every day

My bitch know I got hoes from LA to the Bay

Stay out the way, you niggas don't belong over here

Want blue strips out the bitch, he wanna give her a kiss

Ayy, bitch, bust this date and bring me the chip

She say she want a thug nigga, but she hate when I be callin' her a bitch

I ain't into playin' fig, but I'm still gettin' chicken

Sippin' Tristan, never slippin' on my pimpin', lil' bitch

Spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain

See the lights hit the Duffy piece, Rami got me icy as a bitch

Four-hundred-round drums, three Glocks with some switches

Lookin' for this one nigga, he be hidin' like a bitch

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

If you talk about money, bitch, make it make sense

The way these niggas act like bitches, we should throw you in a dress

My shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step

Talkin' on the trap and I might get a bitch slapped

Bitch, know the name

Not Peso, it's Pesos with a S, so get it right

Still be kickin' it with members like I never touched a mic'

She don't never tell me "no", ain't gotta force the bitch to bite

When niggas see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers

Let the E-40 slap out the coupe, I'm ghostridin'

One in a thousand-somethin' songs, ain't never had no ghostwriter

I told Rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds

Startin' to sound like a bitch, I'm gettin' sick of niggas whinin'

Got a Carti on my wrist, it still be eating Top Ramen

There go the blade, bitch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it

I see crash in the rear, it's 'bout that time I step on it

Don't try and talk to me if you ain't got a check for

Shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain't gotta check for me

Ain't no "I" in team, I keep a group full of bad bitches

When it's time to go outside, let's slide, nigga, don't be actin' like a—

[Outro: Blue Pesos]

Nigga

Bitch

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Yeah, bitch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah

Missing all your blessings

Mister, mister

That's why I can't, bitch