Hells Kitchen OTM (Ft. Cash Kidd)

[Intro: Duffy]
Shit

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Lights out, chain still shinin'
I don't know what niggas starin' at, Nina Ross by me
Obviously, you can see my whole team too icy
All the time we be outside, I'm startin' to think the opps hidin', shit
If you scared, then you not ridin'
Smoke with me, I just turned beef to a hot tamale
I don't never let no broke annoyin' bitches nowhere by me
Stinc Team, all the nerd niggas can't stand us
Cold demon, take a walk with me, we in Hell's Kitchen
Bop-bop, broke on Kim Juan for the orange chicken
I could tell you how to get some uchies, niggas don't listen
Two-steppin', dance with me, I got smooth rhythm
Who trippin'? Hoop with us, ballin' on 'em, two players
Where the opps? Two chops with us, nigga, Tomb Raider

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I'm with the flu flammers, shit'll get too dangerous
I don't need no strap, I got on a flight with two bangers
Got scales everywhere like a new gator
Shittin' with that magazine on me, not a newspaper
I woke up with thirty new racks and twenty new haters
Could teach you niggas how to spend, I'm a hoop trainer
Broke nigga mad his bitch chose, I'm just too player
She bring that cake to my door like a new neighbor
Damn, other opp clapped in the face
I feel like a beatmaker, new pack on the way
Last spotted at the G-Way puttin' gas in the Wraith
Gettin' neck while I smoke, dumpin' ash on her laces
I ain't never gon' be lonely long as cash in the safe
Celebration for the shooters, this ain't Veteran's Day
We just clipped another nigga, throw a flag on the play
Adam and Eve, we've been eatin' off them apples all day