[Intro: Duffy]
That back door, can't leave it open
Switch on my stick, I don't got no chill button
I'll make a n***a run like Jesse Owens
Slide out presidential, all these Ben Franks on me

[Chorus: Duffy]
I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it
Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda
Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice
My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies
She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin'
My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers
Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin'
Get on it, a n***a talkin' tough gon' have to show mе

[Verse 1: Duffy]
OTM, these n***as fakin' funk, we gon' еxpose it
Sorry I ain't sorry 'bout my soul, just can't control it
N***as broke as fuck and mad they don't got nothin' goin'
Run up on me, I'ma flatline him, game over
Crazy, all this pump-faking, I can't take it
Love rap 'cause it pay me, clout chasers make me hate me
Had to go the route I felt was real, I can't fake it
Demons talkin' to me on my shoulder, I can't shake 'em
Shit, if I'm really bein' honest
Paint a n***a head like Dennis Rodman, we've been ballin'
Call it what you want, I'm in my bag, you know my M.O
Live fast, sip slow, go get a bankroll
[Chorus: Duffy]
I'm on it, money callin' me then I get on it
Floatin', I poured a lot of lean up in my soda
Motion, he say he had some, but I ain't notice
My whole posse bust Cartis, bust Rollies
She rollin', put her on some skates, yeah, she goin'
My gang ain't into no debates, we shoot blowers
Flexin' out the window, Hulk Hogan, Glock totin'
Get on it, a n***a talkin' tough gon' have to show me

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Floatin', I just put Codeine in my soda
Ric Flair showboatin', I'm best friends with Hulk Hogan
This 40-ounce bounce, he gon' hand his pieces over
Always keep the chop, that's for the n***as speakin' on me
Slidin', parlayin' in the dark, look at my diamonds
Got the whole function starin', yeah, bitch, LA's finest
Hop up in the field, n***a, stop with all that whinin'
Presidential coupes, I'm in the back like Joe Biden
Shit, we snapped a hundred flicks on our arrival
Don't even worry 'bout it, I saved a hundred shots for any rivals
For the Gods, I'll lie with my right hand on the Bible
My shooter might shoot you in your face, I said it nicely
I'll get a n***a stepped on in Size 28s
Lackin' in the club'll get you drowned in good Chardonnay
When shit hit the fan, you'll probably run away
Double parked at his moms coupes a hundred K