[Intro: Duffy]

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Ayy, bitch, I told you already, I like hoes
The ones that stomp down, know the ones that really get dough
Ayy (Bitch)
Here, take these duffel bags and hit the road
It don't matter where we goin', I for surely got the pole, ayy
Nina Ross by my side, I know you remember
All the times when we went to slide and you was actin' like a (Bitch)
She be with her boyfriend, not today, she on my dick
She a trick, that's why I can't really love no (Bitch)
Keep it playеr or just stay on the bench
OTM just came in hеre, some shit ain't gon' wanna miss
She was lookin' kinda average, turned her to a bad bitch
Cool, calm and collected, heavy steppin', I came for the backend
Pippy, that's the 30 clip, I'm not the one to go against
Diamonds hittin', bitch, you know the heavyweights is walkin' in
Come with me and bring your friend
I could get you any drug tonight
We fuckin' up the club tonight, I snuck the F&N
Turn her up, I'm bossin' up, I'm pullin' up, I get shit done
Off the Mussle, four shows in a month, we the ones
Gave a hundred to a bum, I don't care, them just crumbs
Fried dough and BC Cooks punchin' on my lungs
Sippin' mud, we do this every day
My bitch know I got hoes from LA to the Bay
Stay out the way, you n***as don't belong over here
Want blue strips out the bitch, he wanna give her a kiss
Ayy, bitch, bust this date and bring me the chip
She say she want a thug n***a, but she hate when I be callin' her a bitch
I ain't into playin' fig, but I'm still gettin' chicken
Sippin' Tristan, never slippin' on my pimpin', lil' bitch
Spent a lot of chili cheese on my chain
See the lights hit the Duffy piece, Rami got me icy as a bitch
Four-hundred-round drums, three Glocks with some switches
Lookin' for this one n***a, he be hidin' like a bitch
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
If you talk about money, bitch, make it make sense
The way these n***as act like bitches, we should throw you in a dress
My shooter ask no questions, he just step, step, and step
Talkin' on the trap and I might get a bitch slapped
Bitch, know the name
Not Peso, it's Pesos with a S, so get it right
Still be kickin' it with members like I never touched a mic'
She don't never tell me "no", ain't gotta force the bitch to bite
When n***as see the long stocking, they just turn to punk rockers
Let the E-40 slap out the coupe, I'm ghostridin'
One in a thousand-somethin' songs, ain't never had no ghostwriter
I told Rami slit my wrist and bring me all the best diamonds
Startin' to sound like a bitch, I'm gettin' sick of n***as whinin'
Got a Carti on my wrist, it still be eating Top Ramen
There go the blade, bitch, make them feet bleed and stomp on it
I see crash in the rear, it's 'bout that time I step on it
Don't try and talk to me if you ain't got a check for
Shanaynay, they both keep me safe, ain't gotta check for me
Ain't no "I" in team, I keep a group full of bad bitches
When it's time to go outside, let's slide, n***a, don't be actin' like a—

[Outro: Blue Pesos]
N***a
Bitch
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yeah, bitch, come put it in my hands, like urgently, yeah
Missing all your blessings
Mister, mister
That's why I can't, bitch