[Intro: Duffy]

That back door, can't leave it open

Switch on my stick, I don't got no chill button

I'll make a nigga run like Jesse Owens

Slide out presidential, all these Ben Franks on me

[Chorus: Duffy]

I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it

Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda

Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice

My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies

She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin'

My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers

Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin'

Get on it, a nigga talkin' tough gon' have to show mе

[Verse 1: Duffy]

OTM, these niggas fakin' funk, we gon' еxpose it

Sorry I ain't sorry 'bout my soul, just can't control it

Niggas broke as fuck and mad they don't got nothin' goin'

Run up on me, I'ma flatline him, game over

Crazy, all this pump-faking, I can't take it

Love rap 'cause it pay me, clout chasers make me hate me

Had to go the route I felt was real, I can't fake it

Demons talkin' to me on my shoulder, I can't shake 'em

Shit, if I'm really bein' honest

Paint a nigga head like Dennis Rodman, we've been ballin'

Call it what you want, I'm in my bag, you know my M.O

Live fast, sip slow, go get a bankroll

[Chorus: Duffy]

I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it

Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda

Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice

My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies

She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin'

My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers

Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin'

Get on it, a nigga talkin' tough gon' have to show me

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

Floatin', I just put Codeine in my soda

Ric Flair showboatin', I'm best friends with Hulk Hogan

This 40-ounce bounce, he gon' hand his pieces over

Always keep the chop, that's for the niggas speakin' on me

Slidin', parlayin' in the dark, look at my diamonds

Got the whole function starin', yeah, bitch, LA's finest

Hop up in the field, nigga, stop with all that whinin'

Presidential coupes, I'm in the back like Joe Biden

Shit, we snapped a hundred flicks on our arrival

Don't even worry 'bout it, I saved a hundred shots for any rivals

For the Gods, I'll lie with my right hand on the Bible

My shooter might shoot you in your face, I said it nicely

I'll get a nigga stepped on in Size 28s

Lackin' in the club'll get you drowned in good Chardonnay

When shit hit the fan, you'll probably run away

Double parked at his moms coupes a hundred K