Intro (LLDRAKEO) OTM

[Intro: Duffy]
You know who really run LA, ain't shit finna change
Cleats on, we in the field, we ain’t playin' no games
In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in—
(I get my plug from the narcos, the Mexicans)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
You know who really run LA, ain’t shit finna change
Cleats on, we in the field, we ain't playin' no games
In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in this grind
Niggas sayin' what they want, but the Stincs finna slide
Why you tell me who you shot? Bro, I don't wanna know
Anger motivatin' hustle, I found me some dough
Nigga get to actin' funny, I’m uppin’ the score
'Til I see a body drop, I don’t feel like recordin'
You ain't talkin' ’bout no dough, you is not that important
You be sleepin', I be plottin' at three in the mornin'
A week straight the opps hidin', this shit gеttin' borin'
Most of these niggas just be hatin' 'causе gang and them scorin'

[Chorus: Duffy]
Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me
Test me, it'll be a shoot-out, who won't run with me?
Shots went through his windshield, it's some holes in it
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga
Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga
Shit, ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Ain't no fake niggas ever comin' close to me
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong nigga