All She Wrote OTM (Ft. Ralfy the Plug)

[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus: Duffy]
Nigga, beat it, the scoreboard is ours, we don't know nothin' 'bout even
Had to blow him out his boots, he ain't know I was a demon?
Stinc Team, we the truth, nigga, I'm just bein' honest
See this big bank buddah bling-blaow like a comet
Competition with me, I can't lie, niggas jokes
Bounced out with blower, nigga thought he seen a ghost
All these broke niggas mad, I hopin' niggas takin' notes
Nina chalk zoned the block, I guess that was all she wrote

[Verse 1: Duffy]
See the wheels on the bus, why you save her? She a roller
I'm a Chrome Hearted nigga, and it's only gettin' colder
PTSD, I got thе devil on my shoulder
Out herе thirsty for a loafy, I suggest you hand it over
Got the drop on him, it feel like I found treasure
Play ball with the Stincs? Hell nah, nigga, never
I find it pretty gay when they try not to give us credit
All these niggas in they feelings, we must really be some pressure
Willy-nilly, reckless, five straps on the dresser
Why would I be worried? Niggas know I'm out here steppin'
Take that shit off, that ain't it unless we said it
Be prepared to tear it off or you can hit the exit