[Intro: Duffy]

Bitch

Ha, what I tell 'em? Let me get in my bag

[Verse 1: Duffy]

I be coolin', I be chillin' where the money at

Stupid nigga think we got some beef? Shots come with that

Told him put it on a plate, that's a yummy snack

Put that itty-bitty stack away, them some baby racks

He was dissin' on the team, he ain't comin' back

Pesos should stump the whole hundred with his crazy ass

Why he go against the Mussle? He's a maniac

Come and see what we about, we don't do no cap

Opp nigga tryna run his mouth, let this Nina touch him

Shots rang out, I get exclusive 'bout this Chiefin' puffer

Make that nigga start krumpin', he ain't see it comin'

It's life or death in thе field, why would I be bluffin'?

I ain't cheatеd on you, bae, did you see me fuck her?

Last night I went to pass, I'm a Ling Ling lover

Cold nigga, lay him down, he don't get no covers

One nigga talk, I'm finna make his whole gang suffer

Ain't no playin' with me, nigga, this get too real

That nigga Duffy talkin' crazy, he got no chill

Like five hundred in this cup, shit, better not spill

Ain't no nigga gettin' me, I ain't made my meals

Ain't no nigga catchin' me, I got millions to make

I don't argue, I just shoot, I ain't doin' debates

That nigga givin' weird looks, send tens to his face

If you ain't really 'bout that life, get the fuck out the way

You kind of sad, see an opp, then it's makin' my day

Bounced out with it, had him runnin' like Ricky and Tre

Got my foot up on they neck, can't give 'em a break

Your buddy's never comin' back, so what can I say?

Black mask, I'm with gang tryna look for a safe

That's an easy getaway, gotta switch out the plates

Only time I get scared when I run from the jakes

If they catch me, hit the county, I'm runnin' my fade

I'm a knock knock flocker, I'm talkin' to buddha

This shit I'm on impossible, they like, "How do you do it?"

Throw me any obstacle and I'm gonna get through it

I'm a nigga, got this bitch throwin' neck to my music

Swear to God, one more broke nigga speak, I'ma lose it

Them OTM niggas the bomb, you cannot defuse it

I hate niggas, move around, bro, what is confusing?

His verse over like his life, let's call it conclusion

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

He with his granny, give a fuck, put some shells in his Buick

A tough guy, but he died, so what are you provin'?

Play ball, game time, nigga, ain't no substitution

A hundred shells droppin' on the floor, that's the only solution

Stinc Team, we only sippin' on expensive juices

You know who ran off on the plug, we all wearin' buddhas

Let me introduce you, come and take some shells from Pippy Longstocking

More money, more problems, any opps, we finna spine through 'em

Ayy, DY, you try and now his baby mama cryin'

Bullets flyin' everywhere, startin' to look like a crisis

On the socials, niggas typin', guess they mad 'cause they ain't biased

All my sticks got a drum on 'em, why? 'Cause I'm biased

Slap the fuck out this bum nigga, why? I don't fuck with you

Go'n and put that chop down, nigga, you ain't bust nothin'

Reachin' for my pieces, is he stupid? Niggas on somethin'

Another average Joe in a casket, it's a cold summer

Mr. Turn a Thug Nigga to a Store Runner

It's an eighth in that Fanta and I'm still pourin'

Noddin' off on that juice like it's slow motion

Any nigga want the problems, get the whole hundred

Do he really wanna beef with us?

You ain't built like that, bro, so bein' honest, please don't bring it up

Kick my feet up, shot caller, I'm a K sparker

Niggas act retarted, guarantee he won't live longer

Move smarter, everywhere I go I got a street sweep

Let him take a peek, we gon' leave him in a deep sleep

Bitch, please don't ask me if I bang, I'm from the Stinc Team

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, we got red and them green beams

You know who run the city, nigga, we ain't finna speak on it

[Outro: Blue Pesos]

Yeah, nigga

Off the Mussle for the win

Y'all know