OTM
Cant C Me (Freestyle)

[Intro: Duffy]
N***as can't see me
Ayy (Wes?)
Let me get in my bag
Bitch (You hear me?)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
I need my money in stacks by any means
It always be the broke n***as talkin', n***a, beat it
My enemies defeated, felt different to my evils
Catch a n***a while he cupcake and huggin', open fire, ain't nobody see me
Rami pieces, ayy, my diamonds left her colorblind, shit
She don't want no small fry who rockin' moissanites
She balled up and hit me with the, "What we on tonight?"
Drippin' sauce, kicks came from Nеimans, not Finish Line
Dub on his head, he likе Desto
Yeah, I know you know I get the uchies, but I need more pronto
Ball like Lonzo, we got Dracs like Toronto
You could probably only visualize the shit that I'm on
Still be in the ghetto, I came out the slums
South Central California with the locs and the thugs
Yeah, them n***as sent some shots, but they ain't get the job done
Guns pokin' out in public, "Duffy, put them mops up"
Had some n***as in they feelings when this tape drop
Mr. Bleed the Block and Bleed the Booth, that's why these n***as say my name, huh?
Tris' or the Wock', either way, it's straight drop
Diamonds in my chain, some big rocks, don't get popped (N***a)
Just watch and you'll see
Let a silly n***a reach, Nina Ross gon' get to singin' like Aaliyah
N***a, me and you is not competin'
These n***as don't want problems, feel like cock or John Cena, n***as can't see me
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
That's a big mistake, you can fuck with me, stop it
I got pops on my knots and a 9 that shoot rockets, look
Nobody searched eyeball to aim for a socket
Thug life like I'm Pac, I be poppin' at opposites
I get money and you broke, so we opposites
I take pride in my jewelry, so I don't rock the moissanites
Money, fame, bitch, got it all, I know it's more than life
Boy, don't make me slap your ass up for the fourth time
I'm in the O without a trace, ain't nobody even seen me
I'm too famous for this bitch, so I'm barely even speakin'
Pull a skit and get ghost, disappear like Houdini
I be prayin' up to God, but I feel safer with my demons
All eyes on me, hold my wrist up, can't even see
Sport-Plus'll get me gone in an instant, don't blink
Unbitches ever ride or sayin', "Put him underneath"
Just hold it down, bae, you know I'm still young and run the streets
Ugh