Many Men (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
I done slaved many men for givin' two cents
Fifty shots, it's blue tips all in his crewneck
Hoppin' out the Double-R flexin' and my jewels dancin'
Speed up and crash in the trenches, got the pint spillin' (Armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)
Why you sippin' exotic soda with no juice in it?
Leave a n*gga in Timbuktu with his Timbs missin'
You ain't shot sh*t for ten years we act the same weapon
We don't [?] the same, money know I f*ck the same b*tches (sh*t, for real)
Shows packed out, it look like Times Square
Let's be for real, that sh*t you sportin', I would never wear it
He wanna f*ck the b*tch, I want the chip, bro, that n*gga square
Teletubby softy, he 'bout sweet as a teddy bear
Got Big Pun holdin' the drum, he look like Biggie Smalls
Pockets full of hundreds, I could tell you got less than a hundred, shi—
No cap, no diddy, these n*ggas undercover
Raging bull or the thumper, I'm like Jimmy Butler
.223s jumpin' out the chop, MJ and Bron Bron
Never seen that n*gga with no chicken, must be Ramadan
Stupid broke b*tch, all you wanna do is bar hop
Pull up in that janky slider coupe and get your car shot
You wanna win, b*tch, I'm the truth, I told her fall in line
"P, you sound like Drakeo", yeah, I know, I hear it all the time
Diamond in the rough, once in a lifetime, that type of vibe
I hop up in the car, you for the cause, slide, let's take a ride (Let me get in my bag)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
Off the Mussle in this b*tch, we talkin' sh*t again
Ayy, please don't take it personal, we sh*t on many men
Snakes slitherin', we mow the lawn with F&Ns
I got Pippy Longstocking with me, we the best of friends
Countin' Benjamins, Christians on, but it ain't Sunday
I'm in Hell's Kitchen mud walkin' off some good drank
Slid down the opps' block, it's nothin' but a cold case
It only been like half a day and we done poured the whole thing
b*tch, you see this bankroll, OTM go yayo
Quit the 'net bangin', we'll mash an opp potato
We got ranking, we got pape', we the ones with say so
Ten foreigns in the trenches, it look like a takeover
I'll up this TEC on him, don't be steppin' out of line
She know she gotta pay the fine if she want me to wine and dine
sh*t, I'm in my bag, I'm on a different type of timing
Ayy, these n*ggas still broke? Get rich or die trying, n*gga