[Intro: Duffy]

Bitch

Nigga, shit

[Chorus: Duffy]

It's the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks

What that sound like? Nigga, that's a hundiddy bop

Niggas know the truth, I don't really like to talk

Niggas sayin' what they want, the Stincs still on top

Hangin' with the opps, that'll get a nigga got

Broke bitch tryna kick it, yeah, I think not

Sorry, if it ain't no money for us, kick rocks

I'm a big dog, nigga, we can never switch spots

[Verse 1: Duffy]

[?] drop, shit, it's not sweet

We got MVPs if you ask me

Ten mops in the crib, I'm a clean freak

Turn a nigga hood park to a track meet

Cold demon, have you ever been to Beijing

Flu flammer, I go way back with Mei Ling

Niggas envious, I'm way too icy

Head shot a nigga, yeah, he'll be alright, bro

I just got ghost in a police chase

Please don't come to LA tryna play, it ain't safe

Too greedy fam, oh, you wanna be a victim?

If not, okay, nigga, stay up out the way

Rap money, I just did the dougie in the bank

Sticked up at my show, bitch screamin' out my name

Take a nigga pounds, now I'm sellin' niggas eighths

Take a nigga drank, I'ma sip it with the gang, ugh

[Chorus: Duffy & Blue Pesos]

It's the drumline, pull up on the block with the sticks

What that sound like? Nigga, that's a hundiddy bop

Niggas know the truth, I don't really like to talk

Niggas sayin' what they want, the Stincs still on top

Hangin' with the opps, that'll get a nigga got

Broke bitch tryna kick it, yeah, I think not

Sorry, if it ain't no money for us, kick rocks (Shit)

I'm a big dog, nigga, we can never switch spots

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

Nigga, pull up to the spot right now, we got drums out

We ain't playin' games, we ain't come here to talk

Tear it off for me, bitch, all hunduns

I ain't tryna fuck, you ain't got the dough for me, get lost

We outside, Pippy Longstocking hangin' out the clip, get flipped

You're acting hard, nigga, why you call the cops?

Bop-bop bleed 'em on the one ten

Mei Ling poppin' grease on the Too Greedy Fam, she got it socked

Y'all ain't never shot shit, bro, let alone on the chop, nigga

Duck with him, you'll be slumped tryna side with him

Slidin' with a Glock but I used to have the .9 on me

Drop a bag on a nigga head, put the price on it

Hit him with a brick, R.I.P. Deebo, drop a pint on him

It's P on the track, ho, Stinc Team shot callers

You starin' at my neck? You'll die for this ice, brodie

Drakeo tat, OTK cat, that's an eye buster (Shit)

Niggas claimin' all these opps, go and slide on 'em

I'll fight life, I ever drop a dime, bro

Shinin' through the dark hoodied up, cut the lights on

Russian Judases perish with the python (For real)

Just some mud, real drugs in the styrofoam

Ten chops with gun range in my condo

I don't know why she tryna kick it, lil' bitch, I ain't Ronaldo

Nigga tried to slide on the Stincs, how did that go?

[Outro: Blue Pesos]

You know the truth, nigga, ugh

Stop playin'