[Intro: Duffy]
(Viper)
You know the truth (IGK, this crazy)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Better luck next time, you tried your best
N***as ain't wanna see me win and still here I am
Hood famous, still be outside by ourself
All I really know is Off The Mussle for sure gon' step

[Chorus: Duffy]
I'ma get the bag, that's all I know
Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast
Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke
Nina Ross chalk zoned the block, that's all she wrote
Big bag, blue faces is all I want
I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go
Be thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke
Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Put my name in your song, say no more
Yеah, we was cuttin' it kinda close, but we got through thе door
I'm in that water with the sharks, always hold my own
Ain't askin' for nobody gun 'cause I got my own
Is we givin' out smoke? Shit, what you think?
I just hit a n***a with a chop, it was R.I.P
He got somethin' that we need, then we whoopin' his feet
I'ma win for all the young n***as that look up to me (You know the truth)
I'm a boss, I do more than my job
I ain't wanna send the game, we had to go against the odds
I just sent my slime the drop and told that n***a, "Do your job"
Feet up, I'm in the coupe, top down, Sideshow Bob
I got killers, shiestied up, right with me totin' fire
Don't get Bart choked, I'll do him like I'm Homer Simpson
OTM a franchise, spot an opp and chastise him
I got ice on me drippin', Moncler with the Christian, hmm
[Chorus: Duffy]
I'ma get the bag, that's all I know
Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast
Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke
Nina Ross chalk zoned the block, that's all she wrote
Big bag, blue faces is all I want
I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go
Thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke
Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
Indoor breakin' hoes, that's all I know
Fee-fi-fo, there go a giant, that's all she wrote
Susie gettin' touchy, swear to God I'm goin' all night long
If I can't bring Shanay in here, I will not go (For real)
Slip and fell in through the back on a late-night run
Swervin' lane to lane in traffic like Midnight Club
I see your n***a shootin' up, we don't do them drugs
I started laughin', he thought he hit me with the meanest mug (Hmm)
What that mean? Shit, the joke's up
N***as tried to beef with the mob, now he's a cold cut (He's a cold cut)
Get in the game and start shootin', I don't post up
Christian wig splitter, I'll send him to Jehovah
Before we fall in head-first, make sure the coast clear
30 sticks and Long John Silver, man, no fair
Fk-fk-fk-fk-fk, that's for them long stares
Fly n***a, need 'em grimy in my Dolces, ugh
[Chorus: Duffy]
I'ma get the bag, that's all I know
Hoop with me, Duffy get the rock and go coast to coast
Opp pack or good cookie pack, that's all I smoke
Nina Ross, chalk zone the block, that's all she wrote
Big bag, blue faces is all I want
I ain't even planned this shit like this, this is how shit go
Thinkin' 'bout them old days, can't go back broke
Big Glocks and 30 sticks is all I tote