[Intro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Bitch
Hey

[Verse 1: Duffy]
The trenches in me, we gon' make it out
You could thank us later, you should thank us now
We do skits, that big mouth shit not allowed
Runnin' wild with a loaf of cash, you can't turn me down
Hm, I'm on a different type of time
I'm in my bag, bitch, I ain't even in my prime
Cliquin' up with n***as who don't like us, get in line
Check the autopsy, he got hit with two nines

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Here's a hundred, n***a, fuck a punchline
He in the club without a strap, that's an instant side eye
Any opp, we gon' nail him to a cross and baptize him
Three hundred for a what? We don't tolerate them prices
Stupid chop for a n***a flеxin' biceps
Make a n***a Diddy Bop if he gеttin' too hyphy
He gotta go, flee the scene, Duff, I think I hear sirens
I don't trust these n***as, that's on God Almighty

[Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
N***as broke, I don't know why n***as be lyin'
When the joints here, that's when all the bums be quiet
The leaders of the new school, all these old n***as cryin'
Hand his ass a Big MAC and make sure you supersize it
Too much shots fired, ain't no beef, he on a diet
She say she want a real fly n***a, I'm the pilot
Ling Ling, Mae Ling, Susie, please bring me diamonds
Too many shots, had him drunk, left him slumped on an island
Better luck next time, yeah, that lame n***a tried it
Quit the Insta' typin', n***as mad 'cause we shinin'
Like what is n***as on? N***as nice or n***as opps?
Let off shots, stick and move in silence, I don't talk a lot
I don't talk to cops neither, he ain't allowed on his block
Drop fifty on the floor, we got these n***as lookin' lost
I'll quarterback the play and you can be Randy Moss
I got blood on my hands, now I gotta wash 'em off, ugh