[Intro: Duffy]
Shit, long live Drakeo
You know the truth
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
[Verse 1: Duffy]
Any speakin' on the team come with repercussions
Watch your movements, I ain't stable, I'll trip for nothin'
Pippy, she don't kiss and tell, she can keep shit player
"Duffy, why you do that boy like that? He just an Insta hater"
Have that nigga runnin' from the chop', made him switched his angle
Smoke somethin', 'Woods sparkin', opp pack got me faded
One thing I learned up in the streets is to guard all angles
Pullin' skits, scuffin' my McQueens, the 'fit Palm Angels
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
All I went is steps, I'm Mr. Mose, we don't need no label
The whole gang on buck, you ain't with it, you can't sit at the table
A couple shots to his torso, you know that he's faded
The Stinc Team ain't no lettin' up, so maybe just face it
Too greedy, throw it up in flicks, I'm just makin' statements
Long live the Ruler, yes, we miss you, and we know they hatin'
If I don't see a mill' off rap, I'm back to bleedin' Asians
Maybe slap up a roller, Jameon Davis
Rest in peace to Ketchy, gang and them, you know we goin' crazy
Still run LA, bitch, I know these niggas hate to see it
You ain't mean what you said, I need a better reason
Totin' big blammers and backpacks, we ghetto heathens
Shit, long live Drakeo
You know the truth
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
[Verse 1: Duffy]
Any speakin' on the team come with repercussions
Watch your movements, I ain't stable, I'll trip for nothin'
Pippy, she don't kiss and tell, she can keep shit player
"Duffy, why you do that boy like that? He just an Insta hater"
Have that nigga runnin' from the chop', made him switched his angle
Smoke somethin', 'Woods sparkin', opp pack got me faded
One thing I learned up in the streets is to guard all angles
Pullin' skits, scuffin' my McQueens, the 'fit Palm Angels
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
All I went is steps, I'm Mr. Mose, we don't need no label
The whole gang on buck, you ain't with it, you can't sit at the table
A couple shots to his torso, you know that he's faded
The Stinc Team ain't no lettin' up, so maybe just face it
Too greedy, throw it up in flicks, I'm just makin' statements
Long live the Ruler, yes, we miss you, and we know they hatin'
If I don't see a mill' off rap, I'm back to bleedin' Asians
Maybe slap up a roller, Jameon Davis
Rest in peace to Ketchy, gang and them, you know we goin' crazy
Still run LA, bitch, I know these niggas hate to see it
You ain't mean what you said, I need a better reason
Totin' big blammers and backpacks, we ghetto heathens
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