Sippin Heavily OTM

[Intro: Duffy]
(Ayy, Moon, turn my shit up)
Bitch
Yeah, good lookin', Zay
(Coronado on the beat)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Ain't no keepin' up
All these robberys and shootings, I don't know about a single one
He's a weenie, give him props 'cause he's speakin' up
Terrorise a muggin'-ass nigga, what you thinkin' of?
The Stincs plus beef, it ain't sweet, nigga, do the math
Guns in the party, they ain't checkin' in this Louis
A sneak disser nigga ran into us and he did the dash
Drop a nigga body with the Glock and threw it in the trash
Hit the gas in the foreign, we goin' kinda fast
Every time I get up in the booth, it make them niggas mad
Make a nigga fold, he was talkin' like he big and bad
Evil thoughts, I do rocket science when I'm in the lab
Throw a flag on the play, he's a pump faker
He ain't even got no money, he a dumb hater
Bitch, I'm lookin' for a bag, I'll come later
Ballin' out on niggas but it's really nothin' major
Think he sungazin', all he seen is red lasers
Greet the Team with respect, we LA saviors
Any nigga do the most, down goes Frasier
We in the hills with some hoes, it ain't no neighbors