[Intro: Duffy]
You know who really run LA, ain't shit finna change
Cleats on, we in the field, we ain’t playin' no games
In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in—
(I get my plug from the narcos, the Mexicans)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
You know who really run LA, ain’t shit finna change
Cleats on, we in the field, we ain't playin' no games
In the booth with my blower, I'm stuck in this grind
N***as sayin' what they want, but the Stincs finna slide
Why you tell me who you shot? Bro, I don't wanna know
Anger motivatin' hustle, I found me some dough
N***a get to actin' funny, I’m uppin’ the score
'Til I see a body drop, I don’t feel like recordin'
You ain't talkin' ’bout no dough, you is not that important
You be sleepin', I be plottin' at three in the mornin'
A week straight the opps hidin', this shit gеttin' borin'
Most of these n***as just be hatin' 'causе gang and them scorin'

[Chorus: Duffy]
Ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Test me, it'll be a shoot-out, who won't run with me?
Shots went through his windshield, it's some holes in it
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a
Ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a
Shit, ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
What's wrong with him? Talkin' like he stupid, he must own a gun
Chops out, blastin' old Draco, we just havin' fun
Blindside him, now his ma cryin', he caught a sucker punch
Pow, hundred shots to the kisser, n***a, pucker up
Ryu kicks, yo, Hadouken, give him uppercuts
N***a, you a chump, always see you with a Buster Douglas
Countin' up a lil' ten-piece eatin' chicken nuggets
Your bitch out in LA bein' nasty, so who really love you?
N***as scarred or somethin', let's be honest, n***as know the truth
Bro, quit the bluffin', that's not you, we know what's goin' on
Can we get a loan? Hell nah, these n***as trollin'
Get up out my comments, actin' weird, is you the police?
I'ma have to show him, fake n***as, they get no love
Time to take flight, we gotta go, I think the cops comin'
Comin' home with oochies, mama thinkin' I'm a bank robber
They don't want no static with the Team, these n***as hate problems

[Chorus: Duffy]
Ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Test me, it'll be a shoot-out, who won't run with me?
Shots went through his windshield, it's some holes in it
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a
Ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a
Shit, ain't no fake n***as ever comin' close to me
Bitch
Hangin' with the opps, I might headshot the wrong n***a