[Intro: Duffy]
Shit
(I get my work from the narco)
Narco, Stinc, you know the truth

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Heh, these n***as geeks
If you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin', then it's safe if you don't speak
Brought the chopper to the stage, the bitches screamin', "OMG"
Bust today, I just blew a n***a in the last week (Shit)
Try to run, you gon' get hawked
Eat a dick to any n***a think we finna fall off
P, get the chalk, I feel like n***as all talk
Off the Mussle scorin', we some ball hogs, y'all mad
Broke n***as still ain't got no bag, shit, that's y'all bad
Hoppin' out the foreign, we just had a n***a haulin' ass
Janky n***as all I be around, I gotta watch my back
That n***a just wanna be our friend, he ain't like that
Keep the truth alive, eithеr way, we doin' that
One year, wе doubled n***as' stats, shit, do the math
Missed calls, got this bitch mad, busy duckin' crash
Been had, I hear you rapper n***as doin' bad
I don't know what n***as on, close that back door for me
All these n***as mean muggin', n***a, quit the fake thuggin'
Twenty-balls back to back, Distro, keep it comin'
These n***as' mouths runnin' but we know they ain't on nothin'
Doin' what I do, fuck what broke n***as think
State to state, different bitches sayin' I'm they favorite Stinc
Told her she can kick it if she payin' for my lean
Please name two youngins that can fuck with Duff and P
Cappin' on the street, coupes had 'em spooky J
Free throw, easy money, bitch, we do this every day
Diamonds in my chain, they keep dancin' in her face
Nina Ross, this'll send a n***a to the heaven's gates
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Ask my youth, they know the truth, OTM paved the way
Can't no n***a tell me shit about shit, you self made
Quit the playin', we know who really brought the choppers to the stage
Busy .556s for n***as comin' at me strange
Bet his coupe get flipped if he pull up lookin' janky
Don't even go back and forth about chains 'cause yours stainless
I'm equipped for the opps, in the coupe, a bully breaker
Had enough of fishbowls, had to five percent tint it
This chain gettin' borin', my wrist, I'm finna slit it
Her man hear a soul, she's still gobblin' on stiffler
We gotta go, the Stinc Team bound to show up any second
We the reason LA poppin', so make sure you give us credit
I ain't stressin' 'bout uchies, I get more so I'ma spend it
Long John Silver, Pippy Longstocking gettin' married
You know P her favorite Stinc, ain't no question she gon' pay me
I sip lean and do drugs, ain't no way that you can change me
Huh, bitch-ass n***a

[Verse 3: Dro Fe]
Uh (Flrrt)
If it's beef, then it's shots, we ain't dissin' on you
These extensions in my hand, I'll Pippy Long him
Sent his ass to heaven, let his people mourn him
Hundred thousand on a truck, rollin' abnormal (Shit)
Got the dick on me
Duck, Duck, Goose, we just clipped homie
Oh, that was your bitch? We just flipped shawty
Dissin' on the Stincs get you hit probably
I'm blockin' gray Murakami
Hundred K, we at Ramis
Long live the Ruler, n***a, long live the Greatest
Youngins out the coupe wearin' Rick shootin' faces (Woo)
Uh (Uh), six hundun (Hundun)
If it's beef, then it's beef, told 'em "Well done"
N***as lookin' broke, you some male sons
Hit him in his head with a nail gun (Sheesh)
Narco, that's the mafia
We like Suge, we like Pac and them
And n***as broke, we the opposite
We ain't talkin' to the alphabets, Narco