[Intro: Duffy]
Bitch
You know what the fuck goin' on

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Strip team, bro just hit me with the Facetime
Me and P just poured a three, bitch, I’m too fired
New chain, I'll take yours 'fore you take mine
Tryna get a million, I don’t never really waste time
That n***a jumpin' off the porch without his shoes tied
I'll knock a n***a down to size if he my height
My fault, n***as mad we hoggin' all the spotlight
All for it, all these n***as nice, fuck I look like?
Fuck I look like gettin' fucked out a contract?
Keep the goofy shit up over there, yeah, y'all got that
I just bought a brand new .9, this bitch compact
Box with me, I'll leave a n***a eye black

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
That piece ain't worth nothin’, n***a, why the fuck you buy that?
My mind on the mil’, n***as tryna get me sidetracked
I'm smokin’ out the pound, n***as matchin' two dime sacks
I know we hit your bitch, but stop actin' like a crybaby
Roll bounce, I'll let a hundred off for Rami
That 10K don’t compare, bro, you got that from the swap meet
Hold the Glock, Duff, pass the E-SIG, I'm tryna swap heats
She keep sayin' I'm a n***a, bitch, that's obvious
I'm a breadwinner, other n***as bottom feeders
I got a heaven-sent flow, come take a walk with Jesus
Jointed up, y'all should be thankful for the cold demons
You choose bitches over hoes, shit, that's your business
[Verse 3: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
We'll blow his head off if he toe steppin'
Hit the gas and get lost, it ain't no pressure
Why you hangin' with a snitch like you don't know better?

[Verse 4: Duffy]
Shit, Mei Ling and Sue Yung know us, we the home wreckers
OTM, I'll kill behind them three letters
Let him get to lookin' like he trippin', we'll do the extras
Step on him in these McQueens I just had to get
Three hundred dollars in my cup, high fashion shit

[Verse 5: Blue Pesos]
Shit, who mans is this?
Quit the fabricatin', we know the truth, that is not the truth
Thousand dollar J's when I'm tryna hoop
You gon' always be broke 'cause you hang with goofies
Crash on deck, tryna found out where we stashed the blower

[Verse 6: Duffy]
Since when was n***as touchin' money? I ain't really notice
I'll go in Neimans for a tee and blow a couple hundred
Mud walkin' off the Wock', but I ain't losin' focus, n***a, shit

[Outro: Duffy]
Yeah, it's some shit on me, bitch
Yeah, n***a
Spendin' racks in Neimans and all that
We know you n***as see it
Yeah, shit is in me and it's on me
Bitch