DUFFY!

Yeah, hey

Whoo-hoo

Hey

Yeah (whoo-hoo)

No bands in your duffy, I got bands rollin' loud

Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds

Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds

I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns

They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the fuckin' underground?"

All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth

Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around

Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found (hey)

I met PINK, got a pink Glock, "Dink"

That's a dead opp, sink when his neck pop

Blood up on a shirt, nice stain, get a fed popped

I get Charlie Kirk from your bitch givin' neck top

Top, OD, I get gassed from the med shot

Gas finna get by, tracks finna get dropped

"S-W-A-G," on my head top

Down to these knees, I hate gettin' wet, uh, what? (Ay, ay, ay)

Remember back then, it was dick, you gotta paint?

All my niggas rockin' now while we makin' fuckin' drinks

I'm always thinkin' 'bout the ass and never think about the face

I'm a pussy-asshole nigga, that's ironic, but okay

Ounce in my bag while I'm headed out to Tampa

I'm tellin' all them something, y'all, I do not know the answer

Me and BROKIE trollin' niggas all the way to Canada

Yeah, these niggas call me monkey

But I do not want the banana (PINK, what the fuck?)

Yeah, I'm a motherfuckin' cat, I'm a lion

Nigga, you don't know my lor, yeah, I'm totin' it for sure

Yeah, my niggas is always actin' like a meck, he's such a whore

Yeah, you hatin' on my ass, I got yo' bitch on all her fours

Yeah, I'm not fakemink, but I do it

Yeah, this bitch is fucking crazy, shteppi got me fuckin' movin'

I got five bands in my duffy, nigga, I'm a fuckin' nuisance

I'm devastated 'cause I got the blood up on my Jorts

I bled just for bein' fuckin' stupid

Niggas talkin' shit to me, but they don't they fuckin' muted, damn

Yeah, you tryna start that beef, but you're concluded

I be all up in my Rollie, nigga, I be so secluded

Why she stayin' in my crib and she stay far from it?

It was fine at first, but I'm not really seekin' fuckin' Cupid

I'm not dealin' wit' these bitches, callin' BROKIE, get 'em booted

This my right-hand bitch, every bitch gon' get excluded, yeah

Ay, ay

No bands in your duffy, I got bands rollin' loud

Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds

Y'all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds

I don't wanna do yo' DIY, I like big crowns

They like, "BROKIE, why you hating on the fuckin' underground?"

All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth

Throwin' shade, then they wonder why I never come around

Hit a stain, bitch, I promise I be dead before I'm found (BROKIE)