Maniac lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
b*tch
Ha, what I tell 'em? Let me get in my bag

[Verse 1: Duffy]
I be coolin', I be chillin' where the money at
Stupid n*gga think we got some beef? Shots come with that
Told him put it on a plate, that's a yummy snack
Put that itty-bitty stack away, them some baby racks
He was dissin' on the team, he ain't comin' back
Pesos should stump the whole hundred with his crazy ass
Why he go against the Mussle? He's a maniac
Come and see what we about, we don't do no cap
Opp n*gga tryna run his mouth, let this Nina touch him
Shots rang out, I get exclusive 'bout this Chiefin' puffer
Make that n*gga start krumpin', he ain't see it comin'
It's life or death in thе field, why would I be bluffin'?
I ain't cheatеd on you, bae, did you see me f*ck her?
Last night I went to pass, I'm a Ling Ling lover
Cold n*gga, lay him down, he don't get no covers
One n*gga talk, I'm finna make his whole gang suffer
Ain't no playin' with me, n*gga, this get too real
That n*gga Duffy talkin' crazy, he got no chill
Like five hundred in this cup, sh*t, better not spill
Ain't no n*gga gettin' me, I ain't made my meals
Ain't no n*gga catchin' me, I got millions to make
I don't argue, I just shoot, I ain't doin' debates
That n*gga givin' weird looks, send tens to his face
If you ain't really 'bout that life, get the f*ck out the way
You kind of sad, see an opp, then it's makin' my day
Bounced out with it, had him runnin' like Ricky and Tre
Got my foot up on they neck, can't give 'em a break
Your buddy's never comin' back, so what can I say?
Black mask, I'm with gang tryna look for a safe
That's an easy getaway, gotta switch out the plates
Only time I get scared when I run from the jakes
If they catch me, hit the county, I'm runnin' my fade
I'm a knock knock flocker, I'm talkin' to buddha
This sh*t I'm on impossible, they like, "How do you do it?"
Throw me any obstacle and I'm gonna get through it
I'm a n*gga, got this b*tch throwin' neck to my music
Swear to God, one more broke n*gga speak, I'ma lose it
Them OTM n*ggas the bomb, you cannot defuse it
I hate n*ggas, move around, bro, what is confusing?
His verse over like his life, let's call it conclusion
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
He with his granny, give a f*ck, put some shells in his Buick
A tough guy, but he died, so what are you provin'?
Play ball, game time, n*gga, ain't no substitution
A hundred shells droppin' on the floor, that's the only solution
Stinc Team, we only sippin' on expensive juices
You know who ran off on the plug, we all wearin' buddhas
Let me introduce you, come and take some shells from Pippy Longstocking
More money, more problems, any opps, we finna spine through 'em
Ayy, DY, you try and now his baby mama cryin'
Bullets flyin' everywhere, startin' to look like a crisis
On the socials, n*ggas typin', guess they mad 'cause they ain't biased
All my sticks got a drum on 'em, why? 'Cause I'm biased
Slap the f*ck out this bum n*gga, why? I don't f*ck with you
Go'n and put that chop down, n*gga, you ain't bust nothin'
Reachin' for my pieces, is he stupid? n*ggas on somethin'
Another average Joe in a casket, it's a cold summer
Mr. Turn a Thug n*gga to a Store Runner
It's an eighth in that Fanta and I'm still pourin'
Noddin' off on that juice like it's slow motion
Any n*gga want the problems, get the whole hundred
Do he really wanna beef with us?
You ain't built like that, bro, so bein' honest, please don't bring it up
Kick my feet up, shot caller, I'm a K sparker
n*ggas act retarted, guarantee he won't live longer
Move smarter, everywhere I go I got a street sweep
Let him take a peek, we gon' leave him in a deep sleep
b*tch, please don't ask me if I bang, I'm from the Stinc Team
The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, we got red and them green beams
You know who run the city, n*gga, we ain't finna speak on it
[Outro: Blue Pesos]
Yeah, n*gga
Off the Mussle for the win
Y'all know