Wassup with Him OTM

[Intro: Duffy]
(Blanco go crazy)
Yeah, bitch, you know the truth
Good lookin', Zay (Coronado on the beat)
Long live Drakeo

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Bitch, I need the money now
Jiggy with my stiffler when it's time to boogie down
How you still can't get no uchies? We just showed you how
That nigga Duffy, he the truth, he don't fuck around
Black hoops back to back, two guns side by side
Smokin' on a zip of dead opps, I feel so alive
Mud walkin', nigga, but don't try it, I am not that high
All these niggas faggots, it ain't nothin' that'll change my mind
Niggas bums, nigga, that ain't the truth
Real trophy in the land and all these diamonds the proof
Send my goons through his hood, tell that boy, "Stick and move"
Get the boot, we makin' broke bitches skip to my loot
Joint it up, like who is you? The arguin' ain't nеcessary
I'm with Psycho Michael, stackin' money and wе Jason, Freddie
Evil villains with me, can't you tell? All the opps is scary
Niggas know I keep that fin like I'm Huckleberry
Shit, if he ain't know, then we can get started
I'm in Neiman Marcus, off this Wockhardt, mud walkin'
Way behind, somebody tell these niggas, "Get to droppin'"
Real flu flammer, I ain't never met no flockers