[Intro: Duffy]
(808 Kartel, n***a)
Bitch
(Ayy, Khalid, slap that bitch)
(DJ Flipp, make the money flip)
[Chorus: Duffy]
Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy
Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me?
You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, n***a
Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh
Too much fly shit, which 'fit?
Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks
Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed
The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this
[Verse 1: Duffy]
Get into the blue strips, no, we don't do no small talkin'
I don't usually drink Tris, tonight it got me mud walkin'
Lights out, fatties out, [?] got my chain shinin'
He tryna box with me, chop suey, flatline him (Shit)
I don't know nothin' 'bout no killers, n***a, stop askin'
I would diss them broke n***as but they don't matter
Givin' n***as passеs, bro, I really can't imagine
Hit the cupid shufflе for me, shells left a n***a dancin'
Swervin' and smashin', Off the Mussle with the action
Pippy Longstocking with me, I don't leave without her
Thirty-two shots, I made him vanish, it was magic
Neck frostbite, why she keep on starin' at it?
[Chorus: Duffy]
Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy
Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me?
You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, n***a
Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh
Too much fly shit, which 'fit?
Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks
Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed
The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
N***as hittin' kickflips, backflips, somersaults
All these n***as cornballs, please don't try to tell me nothin'
Drums hangin' cleavage out, double D's, Mardi Gras
Stick meters here, show respect, we the top dogs
I don't know what's more blindin', VVSs or these K sparks
Psycho Michael for this dough, he got Bart choked
Backseat bandit, she's a roller and a throat G.O.A.T
It's guns in the air, all laughs, what's the show boat? Ugh
[?] ninas, gave 'em bubble guts, what you diagnosed with?
My platform bigger than most, ain't no free promotion
Or you don't call for backup or that's all she wrote
That's your big homie, what happened? 'Cause he probably know, ugh
[Chorus: Duffy & SaySoTheMac]
Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy
Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me?
You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, n***a
Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh
Too much fly shit, which 'fit?
Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks
Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed (Ayy)
The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this
[Verse 3: SaySoTheMac]
Keep your eyes peeled, bitch, you don't wanna miss this
If she ain't payin' a pimp, she can't kiss dick
Francesco fuck for free, bitch, go and get tricks
I keep a ho on a blade, fuckin' up lipstick
It sound like cash dyin' when a n***a stip lick
Mighty Ducks when I'm slidin' with a big stick
Just like Madden '06 when we got hit sticks
It's like a Beyblade, n***a, how we rip shit
My n***as carpenters, my n***as like to flip bricks
I'm not a porn star, I ain't into flippin' bitches
Two n***as on one ho, man, that shit suspicious
Fig breakin' off bitches, slidin' in the trenches
[Chorus: Duffy]
Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy
Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me?
You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, n***a
Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh
Too much fly shit, which 'fit?
Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks
Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed
The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this
[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
Stinc Team in the buildin', bitch, you wouldn't wanna miss this
I brought Pippy with me, so shaneyney throwin' bitch fits
Exotic cream soda, you wouldn't wanna mix Tris
Playin' with the Skateboard P, you'll get kickflipped
Emo vibes in this bitch with a slit wrist
Five-SeveN bullets and .223s split ligaments
All of my diamonds in my piece legitimate
I'm the G.O.A.T but I be hangin' in the barn with stick up kids
My life a movie, you wouldn't believe the shit I did
I was in the jail for three years and ain't shit I missed
She like, "Why you actin' like that?" 'Cause, bitch, I'm it
When I'm playin' with laser beams, n***a, tag, you're it
The Plug
[Chorus: Duffy]
Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy
Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me?
You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, n***a
Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh
Too much fly shit, which 'fit?
Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks
Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed
The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this
