Fasho OTM

[Intro: Duffy]
Bitch
Let me get in my bag

[Chorus: Duffy]
I'm into talkin' that money
And one thing for sure, we gon' get it for sure
We comin', we comin' with blowers for sure
Lamb chop out back to back with the Rolls
Jumped off the porch, in that water I dove
My niggas is slimy, they might wipe your nose
These niggas supposedly gettin' it
But niggas be cappin', you niggas should know how that go

[Verse 1: Duffy]
We got the drugs, lil' bro, what you want?
We havin' this pint, really havin' them 'bows
Pounds and pounds of good fried dough
Remember them days we was baggin' up lows
Nerd-ass nigga should know what we on
It's loyalty royalty all on my clothes
Turn to a snake and get hung for surе
I'm stick and movin', stick at my shows
Niggas is slow, niggas retarded
High as a bitch, I'm like Marvin thе Martian
Scorin' on niggas like I'm Michael Jordan
I gotta show niggas that they can't guard me
Come get your bitch, get her up off me
I'll come in here and I'm endin' the party
I'm in the crib with a stick on my hip
And a mop in the closet, don't get me started
Play with your bitch, not us, we'll hurt you
We get the chip, no bums in the circle
Glock on my lap, my heart black and the money be blue and my double cup purple
Niggas be Urkels, it's time to expose 'em
He should be worried, he havin' no motion
Shooter with me, got a thirty clip pokin'
I'm coolin' with a deuce of Wock' in my soda
Nina talkin' that money and one thing about it for sure, we gon' get it for sure