Mystery Duvy (Ft. OKBrazy)

[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Long live all my bloodies, free all my bloodies
Real ones, trill ones
Yeah, Yo Smallz!

[Hook]
Mess up, hit the boy, shit a mystery
Gloves on, mystery, always keep that blicky
He don't do no in-betweens
More money we counting, got fashion, don't need no stylist
Bitch I got this like it's meant for me, guide me to my enemies

[Verse]
They say it's smoke, but they don't puff a lot, they don't slide a lot
In and out blocks we tour the whole spot
Could of bought me a nice necklace, I spent tеn, I got more locks
Better watch that shit you saying, wе pop out cuts and we kicking doors and all
That bitch ain't for your team, she dropped a low, she said bored again
Now my spots open with bricks
I swear I give bronem some sticks
We mixing jugs, don't do the mix
Ain't no problem we can't fix
I was broke right in the trenches
You see Celine behind them tints
We dropped blood, Balenci stain
I bang B's, die for the set, not everybody like that
If you go out, I'll fight back
Hold my phone, I'll be right back
Shit a mystery, sliding around a mystery
Forever we make history
If they score that shit a victory
I need seven-six-two, right now
It's a bloody playground
Pussy boy don't play around
They say "you the man of the town"
If you can't hold me down
We make a stamp, hear me out
We pull of quick, take favourite route