[Intro: Duffy]
(Ayy, Turk, turn that shit up)
N***a
Ayy, get in my bag
Fuck goin' on?
Just pulled up in a foreign, what we on?
Shit (Ayy), let me get in my bag
They like hoes and nice clothes, diamonds white gold
Ayy (Bitch), shit (Look)

[Chorus: Duffy]
I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on?
I shot my pole before I ever made a song
I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold
I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow
Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone
Icy n***a, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos?
Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough
Got it Off The Musslе, ain't no PPP loan (Look)

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Better have your polе, I got mine, you can't hold it
John Madden, Phil Jackson, I just put the play in motion (Shit)
Slide by stupid, this his crib? Let's sit on it
I'm the chosen one, shit, what's that on my wrist? A hood trophy
Rap cap, we don't condone it, these n***as livin' lies
Walk up on me poppin' it and I'm for surely uppin' fire
Don't come to the deep end, fuck around, get deep fried
Ayy, I be on the block with the sharks, the great whites
Get right or get left 'cause OTM steppin' in
Oh, the opps in here? Cool, we snuck mops and F&Ns
Shakedown, got shanaynay with me and her best friend
Neiman and Marcus seen me spillin' mud in Saks Fifth
Hmm, blue strips bustin' out my pocket, this a new 'fit
Who trippin'? I've been seein' opps wearin' lipstick
Take a n***a whole kit to the crib, pick six
I don't do the back and forth, we get too much real chip (Know the truth)
[Chorus: Duffy]
I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on?
I shot my pole before I ever made a song
I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold
I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow
Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone
Icy n***a, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos?
Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough
Got it Off The Mussle, ain't no PPP loan

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
New clothes, new chrome, every piece got white gold
You won't fit plain, you don't even got no toes
Live fast, sip slow, pour it 'til it overflow
I got the devil in my ear, I think he got mind control
My shooter on parole, but in the field like it's the Super Bowl
Chopsticks in here, just turned his brains into a sushi roll
Fatty on the mop, this bitch longer than a striper pole
Don't hit my phone playin', we'd flatline an Insta' troll
Lining on my neck, he'll get flatlined with thunderbolts
Ballerina dancin' on my wrist doin' somersaults
Rappin' ain't for you, you should go and find another sport
Bands in my name, fuck it, let's go get another car
Maybe we go Double-R, L&R with Hellstar
We gon' let the 40 spark, foreigns out double parked
Water drippin', Noah's Ark, you know the scoreboard is ours
Hood hall-of-famer, every year I made the all-stars
Ugh
[Chorus: Duffy]
I just pulled up in a foreign, what we on?
I shot my pole before I ever made a song
I like hoes and nice clothes, like my jewelry white gold
I like double cups of mud, live fast, sip slow
Don't talk about no robberies or murders on my phone
Icy n***a, he ain't notice shit get cold as eskimos?
Keep a big bankroll, this an awful lot of dough
Got it Off The Mussle, ain't no PPP loan