[Verse 1: Duffy]
I could never understand how niggas still broke
Rack city, this LA, if you know, you know
Like who we trippin' on blower in a Chiefin' coat
I'm from the Stinc Team, he know that's why his bitch chose
Niggas talkin' like they joints, but I can't tell
Make the baddest bitch in town walk on egg shells
Fuck 12, free Riesing, nigga, free Kels
Long live the cold devil, time to give 'em hell
Mama found my whole arsenal of weapons
Let a nigga think I'm scary, get to shootin', I feel threatened
Every day we be outside, niggas know we heavy steppin'
Bitches on they best behavior any time she in my presence
If I like her, I don't tell her, I'm an arson with this metal
Niggas seem to know we pressure, real shooter for the record
Let 'em slide, nigga, never, see if niggas is athletic
I think niggas got the message, now here come the paramedics
Ugh
Stincs run LA, that's the bottom line
'Bout who trippin', what we doin', what you got in mind?
Jiggy on the dance floor, where Omarion?
I'm a Flu Flammer, baby, I don't got no time
Too icy, niggas know they ain't as fly as us
Who the bustin'? Who this nigga tryna size me up?
Gon' end up a free throw, bitch, I earn this
Chopsticks, my sensei like, "Where you learn this?"
I could never understand how niggas still broke
Rack city, this LA, if you know, you know
Like who we trippin' on blower in a Chiefin' coat
I'm from the Stinc Team, he know that's why his bitch chose
Niggas talkin' like they joints, but I can't tell
Make the baddest bitch in town walk on egg shells
Fuck 12, free Riesing, nigga, free Kels
Long live the cold devil, time to give 'em hell
Mama found my whole arsenal of weapons
Let a nigga think I'm scary, get to shootin', I feel threatened
Every day we be outside, niggas know we heavy steppin'
Bitches on they best behavior any time she in my presence
If I like her, I don't tell her, I'm an arson with this metal
Niggas seem to know we pressure, real shooter for the record
Let 'em slide, nigga, never, see if niggas is athletic
I think niggas got the message, now here come the paramedics
Ugh
Stincs run LA, that's the bottom line
'Bout who trippin', what we doin', what you got in mind?
Jiggy on the dance floor, where Omarion?
I'm a Flu Flammer, baby, I don't got no time
Too icy, niggas know they ain't as fly as us
Who the bustin'? Who this nigga tryna size me up?
Gon' end up a free throw, bitch, I earn this
Chopsticks, my sensei like, "Where you learn this?"
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