[Intro: Duffy]
Bitch
Shit, you know the truth
What is we even talkin' 'bout?
We ain't talkin' 'bout no money, n***a
What is we even talkin' 'bout, n***a?

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Like what is we talkin' 'bout?
I'm tryna slide on them n***as, like fuck it, this drank and this Perc ain't gon' calm me down
I spent a lot on this 'fit and these diamonds expensive, he reach, I'ma air him out
I ain't got no time for no bitch that ain't gettin' to the dough, if she broke, then she not allowed
Rob with the safe, lost and found
Boogie down, my moves is lethal
Grim Adventures, I'm with the reaper
Stinc Tеam, bitch, we undefeatеd
Off the Mussle, we the coldest demons
Keep my distance, I don't fuck with people
Guapanese, I ain't speakin' English
Neck freezin' and we be in Neimans
Introduce him to Nina, it's nice to meet you
Like what's he thinkin'?
He uppin' the score, I got the uchies, I need me some more
One-on-one, gettin' stronger and older
Tryna compete? You fuckin' 'em over
Free throw, jumpers, know that we comin'
Foreign slidin', Willie Nelson, we goners
Who gon' stop us? We've been causin' havoc
Ripped through an opp, but it really don't matter
[Verse 2: Young Bull]
It was tragic
Caught an opp n***a all in traffic
Trackstar and I'm haulin' backwards
.223 shells made him do gymnastics like wait, what?
Double cup
Styrofoam, yeah, it's filled with mud
Headshot, headshot, n***a, redrum
Gang and them know we play with drums
Was just on tour, now I'm on the run
I'll paisa dance with these two guns
Try to backdoor, get Bart choked
Start slappin' bitches and kids too
O32, yeah, I'm on the block
Cold demon eatin' Chinese food
Shit bagged him, he eatin' soup
Flu flammin', yeah, I get the loot
Ugh

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
I bet he make the news too
Drumsticks for a bitch n***a, I'll turn his ass to some soul food
You could pop it all to them scary n***as, but P, really? That's the wrong dude
I be dissin' dimes only too exclusive
The streets be janky, I brought a ruler
Hundred shots dropped on his blocks now
That's the end of that, I'm gettin' tired of shootin'
We keep flexin' and shit on the scoreboard like Mr. Mose, I know they tired of losin'
We keep John Cena, big show, I got a chopper for 'em, we gon' John Doe 'em
He a noname and an average Joe, and simply put, he ain't touchin' uchies
I'm carryin' chops, double D's, it got boobies
I know you see the tat, Drakeo the Ruler
These ninety shots take ten as a bounty
Stiflers pokin', I came with a boner, ugh
Bart Choke him, I came with a Homer
Sideshow Bob with this stick, don't approach me
Lights out, diamonds still goin' crazy
Stincs in the building, we feelin' courageous, shit
They say I be actin' too famous
With this chain on my neck, can you blame me?
You keep screamin' and shit, but your friends can't save you
She came with no fee, I'm just laughin', beat it, ugh
Walked in, I came with the street sweeper
Nah, I don't really like to meet people
Man, used to be way different
All these n***as holdin' dick, man, I hate n***as
[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm a demon on creepin' at night
The Plug charge a fee for the pipe
N***as mad 'cause the Stincs beat life
Diamonds bling blaow with no light
Air fry a n***a thinkin' he Tyson
N***a said he was a gangster, I ain't buyin' it
When I say I got racks, am I lying?
Rich off Mei Ling, better check my priors
Klu the Klux K signin' like a choir
Rest in peace the beat in ten minutes, you wanna time me?
You sure you wanna stay on them bum n***as' side?
Stincs got money, that can change your life, the Plug
Show no love
I'm a fly and a dog and a bug
Fuck with the pops, it gon' cost you a board
You the torch, 'll turn you marshmallows to s'mores
Broke up on the lean, n***a bitch, no force
When I'm done, you can have her in the morning
I be sippin' lean, you be snortin'
Really go on tour, LA gettin' boring
Throwin' money like that shit ain't important
You can have your bitch back, she gettin' annoying
I think my dick hittin' her torso
Bitch, it's rap shit, the Stincs gettin' immortal, the Plug
[Outro: Duffy, Ralfy the Plug, Blue Pesos & Young Bull]
N***a, yeah
You know the truth
N***a, long live Drakeo
Long live Drakeo, you know the truth, bitch, eat the dick
LA to UK, n***a
N***a, these LA n***as be actin' like they don't know the truth, n***a, so we in UK with it, n***a, yeah
Bitch-ass n***a
Fuckin' shit over, n***a, it's across the world
N***as know it's the truth, n***as know the truth
We all over the states, n***a, state to state, country to country, man, they know the truth, n***a
Yeah
Stincs run LA, n***a
N***a, long live Drakeo, n***a, stop playin'
Stop playin', n***a
Gang and them, no lames with them
You know what's goin' on, n***a, eat that
Eat that, bitch, fk-fk-fk-fk-fk