[Intro: Duvy]
Frank Joseph
It's Duvy

[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young n***a grip nice with them n***as who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err shit, fuck n***as, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 1: Duvy]
I'ma just get how it is
Get thoughts about death is near
Ain't no love shit, hmm-hmm, if you live how I live you'll tear
Keep Miami Heat out here
Ain't no rule shit, hmm-hmm
They been knew it's unfair
Man, fuck we do this
And it's so dangerous
Them broke up buildings where we chilling
There ain't no blaming us
Them crooked coppеrs do the dealings
Whole mind sеt different
Can't explain how I been feeling
My head straight hot, like fuck all of these feelings
Need a bitch who gon' ride, and moving 15 when we in it
Stay down till a n***a winning, the type of feeling I been feeling
Free gang out detention, I'm with them n***as you be fearing
And I'm straight in it, 4 miles n***as I'ma get it
Hmm-hm, type of feeling I been feeling
Hmm-hm, is it you shawty I been feeling
Hmm-hm, can't be up in my feelings
Hmm-hm, man fuck all of these feelings
[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young n***a grip nice with them n***as who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err shit, fuck n***as, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 2: LB Spiffy]
The type of feelings I been feeling
To hit a n***a if he grilling
Homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink
This ain't how you wan' be living
I just stick with money itching
You n***as too focused on bitches
Lil' n***a catch a seat start the clock ticking
Lil' mama can't you see I'm on my riches
Lil' n***a, lil' n***a you don't really want me for my n***as
Lil' mama, lil' mama stop the drama between you and my bitches
And there's enough sauce to make two of me
Tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry
Had to leave the bitch
She ain't even switch, but I can't make her make a fool of me
Tryna build me a house with a pool and shit
So I can fill me and my hooligans
Come on lil n***a we ain't new to this
A lotta n***as on my shooter list
A lotta n***as on my shooter list
A lotta n***as they gon' do you quick
My bitch she bad ain't no Ludacris
Got a lotta money ain't know what to do with it
[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young n***a grip nice with them n***as who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err shit, fuck n***as, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 3: Mar Guwop]
Fuck love and these bitches I'm just tryna get rich (yeah)
These new n***as gon' switch, yeah
So a young n***a gotta keep 6
My bros we getting these chips
Fuck n***a mad I took his bitch
On the road we making these nips
Better fall back my shooter gon' itch
Keep a rasta, yuh, he gon' shot yuh
Hit your block up, yeah
These n***as actors, yeah
Break down like fractions, yeah
Big bro gon' mop yuh
Big bro gon' mop yuh

[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that shit
Young n***a grip nice with them n***as who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't fuck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err shit, fuck n***as, I'ma just live how it is