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[verse 1: blue pesos & duffy]
i could spot an opp from a mile away
pull up, double park the car, hop out and spark a n_gga
million dollars rappin’, no promotion, no advertis_m_nt
mussle pullin’ up, just turned the club to a fatty party
fifty thousand dollars worth of diamonds on me
n_gga said it’s money on my head, i ain’t worried ’bout it
you know the fully auto filled with lead? grip carbon fiber
cartier watch match the kit, yes, my sauce different
we don’t talk with the feds, if he do, then it’s off with his head
you don’t make enough bread, d_mn near hangin’ from a thread
i just gave 28 a head nod, enough said
wock’ and red got me feelin’ like i’m walkin’ with the dead
two letters, f&n
opp shredder, me and him best of friends, love to bend blocks with him
they gon’ send me to the feds, you try and take a piece from me
deep clean a n_gga block with mopsticks and street sweepers
i’m too poured, d_mn near playin’, eyes low, i can’t stare
these 7.62s’ll hit his face and his vaneers
we the boss, feed the family, we last, that’s how it go (ayy)
name ring bells in the street (b_tch), i’m always with a couple locs

[verse 2: duffy]
sheesh, duff just flu flammed the loc’
get dough, get dough, i did that, i need more
it’s just me and pesos, get the low and kick door
keep a big pole on me, gotta bring that bag home
foreign coupe, wrist dancin’, fin on me, hood trophy
no promotion, if we really got smoke, we ain’t gon’ post it
keep the truth alive, sh_t, we said that and stood on it
just hit an opp with a chop, we ain’t puttin’ no hands on him
score on him, f_ck a field goal, b_tch, we goin’ for it
no punk rocks, only stompdowns, come hold for me
k got kickback, it gave me whiplash, it’s not a torris
remember back then, we rode the 210, now we in foreigns (you know the truth)
flexin’, hulk hogan, jumpin’ out the flyest whips
hundred thousand on the floor? yeah, that’s some otm sh_t
got the slap on me, i got bands callin’, holler back
old fan_ass n_gga, what you want? an autograph?
[verse 3: 28shots]
i’m mr. pull up drop shots, i’m quick to get up on your ass
we throw a piece, so he confused, oh, he must ain’t do the math
oh, he don’t know me? know he do, ’cause i done flu flammed the stash
n_ggas broke and they still stale, so they feelin’ real bad
oh, your b_tch, she tryna f_ck, but she allergic to cash
and my b_tch, she took a trip and came back with an ass
and that’s a whole lot of cash, it couldn’t even fit in my stash
and why these n_ggas screamin’ beef and they be quick to call crash
said i’ma let the juice spill while i’m swervin’ the coupe
i lost my cousin last month, this sh_t been tweakin’ me too
and i don’t even f_ck with n_ggas, so i stay with my tool
i lost big bro and i can’t speak until i pop somethin’ too
and you know how we do, we’ll put his ass on the news
and why these n_ggas be in snakes and still thinkin’ we cool?
a lot of n_ggas don’t like my music ’cause i was f_ckin’ they boo
and she be quick to set the play if i’m tellin’ her to
she said, “this n_gga wrist bust”, i said, “i need that too”
she said, “oh, you got your own? you can’t be my boo”
’cause i’m a slimy_ass n_gga when it’s comin’ to you
’cause you be tryna f_ck these n_ggas, then f_ck on me too
28

[outro: 28shots]
b_tch, hahahahaha
[?]
d_mn it, bobby
hey, how’d he get so icy, n_gga?
in six months, n_gga?
f_ck wrong with these n_ggas?
how’d he get so icy, ayy, this n_gga
this sh_t no real, yeah, alright, b_tch

- otm

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