[Intro: Duffy]
N***a
Shit

[Verse 1: Duffy]
P, what's the word?
I'm flu flammin', I don't know what n***as heard
Play with OTM, catch an awful lot of hollow points
Hold up and new Balenciagas in the mud
Why this n***a pop it to me? I am not the one
Broke bitch tryna kick it with me, I am not the one
N***as mad, I guess they really hate to see us up
I don't know what these n***as on, close that back door

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
The opps ain't the type to even slide, I'm for sure
I'm a true shot caller, I done opened plenty doors
Only half out the hundred, I should probably give 'em more
War time, up the score, they're wavin' flags, ain't tryna forfеit
Nina ridin' shotgun in the foreign lookin' gorgeous
You'll flеx if you had the shit I had, you can't afford it
We'll put him on the menu like, "Can I take your order?"
I just sent LeBron James to the block to guard Jordan

[Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
.223s for any snakes or informants
I'm high as fuck, it's 'bout three in the mornin'
One in the head, we ain't givin' n***as warnings
Postin' guns and don't shoot 'em, n***as corny
Shit, it's gettin' ugly, you should listen
Pippy Longstocking with me, we got all extensions
I'll put the slap on any n***a with the quickness
[Verse 4: Blue Pesos]
I keep pourin' fours of Wock', I'm addicted
Posin' to my music, she just really want attention
This n***a walked in with them bums, I'm confused and offended
If I drop a ten on the floor, who gon' be the one to clean it?
I'm too famous to be on the 'Gram goin' back and forth with weenies
Sue Yung and Mei Ling, it got a deeper meaning
Off the Mussle walked in and bled the scene, sweet Jesus
I hate n***as, I'm a true Stincmeaner
Quit the small talk, bro, I'm a boss, n***a, beat it, ugh

[Outro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
N***as kept askin' for that old OTM
You know what the fuck goin' on
As usual
.223s for a n***a LJ and MJ, n***a
You're not the one, n***a
Yeah, n***a, run the play back
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
Long live Drakeo
Bitch-ass n***a
N***as had they lil'— you feel me?
N***as thought they had—
Yeah, I'll come take n***as' shine
Yeah
N***as mad
You on the wrong side of things
It's unfortunate, buddy
It's unfortunate
Ugh
Ugh
Stop playin', n***a
You know the truth
Long live Drakeo, long live Ketchy, n***a
These n***as is bums, haters, envious, n***a
That shit don't matter, though
Off the Mussle here to stay, n***a
Shit ain't nothin' new
They don't know what the fuck goin' on
Bitch
Ugh
They could hate us
What I say? They hate to see us up
Matter fact, keep all this on there, Pocket, we need the whole outro
No cap, fuck these n***as
On gang and them, n***a, haha
Bitch-ass n***as, yeah, stay mad, n***a, yeah, Off the Mussle for the win, stop playin', n***a, yeah
Outro
Yeah, n***a
N***as gon' be mad, n***a, when they see that, yeah, that
Yeah
When this drop, yeah, bitch
Eat that