DUFFY!

Lyrics for 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)