[Verse 1: Duffy]

Long live the Ruler

That's the last thing he heard, after that it was shots

They say the police listening, we can't speak on the opps

I got a Glock for them boys I might see at the top

Line it up, what's the play? We say, "Get him", he got

Street sweepers out, but we coming to tear up the block

Do you really got your chop? You say that a lot

What we on? I got the drop, is you riding or not?

[Chorus: Duffy]

It's an awful lot of side talking going on

Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long

Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone

I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone

You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit

It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks

I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we donе with that

Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-dе-sac

[Verse 2: Duffy]

What’s that poking out your pocket? Just another stack

Leaving with my strap and I'ma ask, like, "I'll be right back"

Play ball, we on his cap, I ain't bring no bat

12 get up on me, do the dash 'til my tires flat

Pay the Stinc Team in full, we ain't taking no less

Ain't no settling for shit, got my game from the best

Nigga talking disrespect, get shots in his chest

Walking out with the hundreds, I'm leaving the rest

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]

Mop sticks on the floor but we makin' a mess

We start tearing up shit for them blasphemy threats

El Chapo just chipped Johnny Bravo

Ain't no peace treaty nothing, bro, I thought that you was mucho

I get my Plug from the Mexicans, the narcos

Mask off, let the K spark, beat the breaks off

I ain't see nothing, I don't know, I think I'm Ray Charles

Left his white tee red with this Crayola

Bullets flying everywhere, nigga, this is not normal

We know the truth, all you niggas need to pay homage

All that weird fake shit, keep it far from us

Too greedy all-nighter, bitch, I'm nocturnal

We brought a plate for him, nigga, throw some beef on it

Niggas know what’s going on, we ain't gotta speak on it

A pump faker with that strap, he got a whack jumper

Two thumpers come and do something, bet he lose something

[Chorus: Duffy]

It's an awful lot of side talking going on

Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long

Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone

I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone

You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit

It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks

I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we done with that

Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-de-sac

[Outro: Duffy]

Long live Drakeo

It's an awful lot of side talking going on

Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long

Nigga

Pippy Longstockings and all that, Shaneyneys and all type of shit, bitch

[?] thought the Stinc Team was gon' slow down, nigga?

[?] thought it was over with, huh?

Niggas crazy, nigga, long live Drakeo

We goin' up how you want us to, fool?

We know the truth

It's undisputed, what he say? Ha