[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(Ayo, X9)
Long live Sweet, long live Drakeo

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Too poured, this a four in my cup
They like, "Why your eyes low?" 'Cause, bitch, I don’t give a fuck
On the block with gorillas and the nines
It's time to slide, why you never wanna go?
You wanna do what I do, but you can't, you ain’t a thug
Free my pops, free Reisi, they tryna see him washed up
Young n***a stay trippin', can y'all put the mops up?
N***as thought we would fail, this not that, guess what?
CEO shit, mops ain't on shit
You at home on the couch where your pockets on zero
Brains splattered, we just let a n***a have it in the field
If it's Sue Yung and Mae Ling, I'm Malcom in the Middle
It's long live Suede, put the Mussle on the map
Can y'all turn the song off? This shit suck, I had enough
Smokin’ big pounds with Duffy, remember matchin’ up on eighths
I ain't a rapper, I’m a grown-ass man, get it straight
Moneybag landed, bitch, I'm Moneysign Suede
On the East side with crooks with a tank and some pans
Don't ask me for a song, who are you? We ain't friends
Brand-new chop, shit, I’m finna hit my— ayy
Brand-new chops, go and put this bitch to work
She got the fatty out, it don't make money, don't twerk
Shot caller, have them guys on you with a word
Cold summers for the store runners, somebody call up Ferg
This after this, n***a, this after that
Bitch, it's war with anybody, we got strap after strap
You's a punk rock ho, you get the punk rock treatment
If she ain't give it all to you, you ain't bop-bop bleed her
Bop-bop Susie, keep my mops on fully
The piece came from Rami, so it's top-notch jewelry
The loyalty come different when I kick it with my Mexicans
It's long live Drakeo, Suede, and Ketchy (Hm)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Bitch, you see this lean in my cup?
Long live Drakeo, I'm mud walkin' with a drum
The streets show no love, why you wanna be a thug?
Baby, what you want? We got all type of drugs
These, those, we got this, we got that
We got juice, probably got 'bout everything besides Act'
A new era, new gen switches hit him in his hat
We makin' too much chili, old n***as lookin' mad
See, this pole on my hip'll leave a hole in your whip
She keep thinkin' I'm a simp, what is wrong with this bitch?
She can't get right, then I'ma leave her where she at
N***as tellin' on the 'Gram, we don't participate in that
Wanna do what I do, but these n***as don't do nothin'
At No Jumper with the thumper on me pokin' like fuck it
Switch sides on us, ain't no comin' back from it
Hope you know his bitch want a spot next to me
Ugh, put the cup down, shit, I try
Why that n***a said he got it Off the Mussle? Shit, he lied
Lean in my cup, n***a, we ain't sippin' wine
Hit my dance when I see them money signs, bitch

[Outro: Duffy]
Shit, it's lean in my cup (Long live Suede)
I don't give a fuck