[Intro: Duffy]
Fuck?
Good looking, Zay (Coronado on the beat)
Tryna run up on this gun, that's a bad Decision
Don't be beefing with the Stincs, bro, that’s bad for business
I just laugh at niggas, broke niggas always bitching
I think this bum nigga mad gang actually getting it
[Chorus: Duffy]
You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
[Verse 1: Duffy]
All gas in the dome, we don't got no brakes
If I hear about some money, I'm not gon' wait
Why you talking like a joint? You ain't hopped no gates
Give a fuck about your name, it don’t hold no weight
Niggas lying 'bout they dough, you ain’t cracked no safe
Fat .40 sitting on my lap, this bitch not in shape
Why he say he tore the club up and ain't dropped no pape'?
Ain't about who first, it's who's last, this ain’t no race
Them Off the Mussle niggas tripping, making real noise
The money play was 50-50, nigga, but I'm still going
Four-five on me, call me Johnny Kilroy
He ain't shot shit, he spray on buildings and billboards (Tags)
Why they tryna quit now, bro? We just scored
You see this dirty bum nigga? Who he walking towards?
Stop him in his tracks with the strap, put him in the morgue
I got my trophies out the streets, I don’t need awards
Fuck?
Good looking, Zay (Coronado on the beat)
Tryna run up on this gun, that's a bad Decision
Don't be beefing with the Stincs, bro, that’s bad for business
I just laugh at niggas, broke niggas always bitching
I think this bum nigga mad gang actually getting it
[Chorus: Duffy]
You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
You ain't talking bout no dough, fuck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
[Verse 1: Duffy]
All gas in the dome, we don't got no brakes
If I hear about some money, I'm not gon' wait
Why you talking like a joint? You ain't hopped no gates
Give a fuck about your name, it don’t hold no weight
Niggas lying 'bout they dough, you ain’t cracked no safe
Fat .40 sitting on my lap, this bitch not in shape
Why he say he tore the club up and ain't dropped no pape'?
Ain't about who first, it's who's last, this ain’t no race
Them Off the Mussle niggas tripping, making real noise
The money play was 50-50, nigga, but I'm still going
Four-five on me, call me Johnny Kilroy
He ain't shot shit, he spray on buildings and billboards (Tags)
Why they tryna quit now, bro? We just scored
You see this dirty bum nigga? Who he walking towards?
Stop him in his tracks with the strap, put him in the morgue
I got my trophies out the streets, I don’t need awards
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