OTM - Pippy Long
[Verse 1: Duffy]
Long live the Ruler
That's the last thing he heard, after that it was shots
They say the police listening, we can't speak on the opps
I got a Glock for them boys I might see at the top
Line it up, what's the play? We say, "Get him", he got
Street sweepers out, but we coming to tear up the block
Do you really got your chop? You say that a lot
What we on? I got the drop, is you riding or not?
[Chorus: Duffy]
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone
I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone
You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit
It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we donе with that
Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-dе-sac
[Verse 2: Duffy]
What’s that poking out your pocket? Just another stack
Leaving with my strap and I'ma ask, like, "I'll be right back"
Play ball, we on his cap, I ain't bring no bat
12 get up on me, do the dash 'til my tires flat
Pay the Stinc Team in full, we ain't taking no less
Ain't no settling for shit, got my game from the best
Nigga talking disrespect, then shots in his chest
Walking out with hundreds, I'm leaving the rest
[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
Mop sticks on the floor but we makin' a mess
We start tearing up shit for them blasphemy threats
El Chapo just chipped Johnny Bravo
Ain't no peace treaty nothing, bro, I thought that you was mucho
I get my Plug from the Mexicans, the narcos
Mask off, let the K spark, beat the breaks off
I ain't see nothing, I don't know, I think I'm Ray Charles
Left his white tee red with this Crayola
Bullets flying everywhere, nigga, this is not normal
We know the truth, all you niggas need to pay homage
All that weird fake shit, keep it far from us
Too greedy all-nighter, bitch, I'm nocturnal
We brought a plate for him, nigga, throw some beef on it
Niggas know what’s going on, we ain't gotta speak on it
A pump faker with that strap, he got a whack jumper
Two thumpers come and do something, bet he lose something
[Chorus: Duffy]
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone
I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone
You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit
It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we done with that
Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-de-sac
[Outro: Duffy]
Long live Drakeo
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Nigga
Pippy Longstockings and all that, Shaneyneys and all type of shit, bitch
[?] thought the Stinc Team was gon' slow down, nigga?
[?] thought it was over with, huh?
Niggas crazy, nigga, long live Drakeo
We goin' up how you want us to, fool?
We know the truth
It's undisputed, what he say? Ha
Long live the Ruler
That's the last thing he heard, after that it was shots
They say the police listening, we can't speak on the opps
I got a Glock for them boys I might see at the top
Line it up, what's the play? We say, "Get him", he got
Street sweepers out, but we coming to tear up the block
Do you really got your chop? You say that a lot
What we on? I got the drop, is you riding or not?
[Chorus: Duffy]
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone
I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone
You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit
It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we donе with that
Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-dе-sac
[Verse 2: Duffy]
What’s that poking out your pocket? Just another stack
Leaving with my strap and I'ma ask, like, "I'll be right back"
Play ball, we on his cap, I ain't bring no bat
12 get up on me, do the dash 'til my tires flat
Pay the Stinc Team in full, we ain't taking no less
Ain't no settling for shit, got my game from the best
Nigga talking disrespect, then shots in his chest
Walking out with hundreds, I'm leaving the rest
[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
Mop sticks on the floor but we makin' a mess
We start tearing up shit for them blasphemy threats
El Chapo just chipped Johnny Bravo
Ain't no peace treaty nothing, bro, I thought that you was mucho
I get my Plug from the Mexicans, the narcos
Mask off, let the K spark, beat the breaks off
I ain't see nothing, I don't know, I think I'm Ray Charles
Left his white tee red with this Crayola
Bullets flying everywhere, nigga, this is not normal
We know the truth, all you niggas need to pay homage
All that weird fake shit, keep it far from us
Too greedy all-nighter, bitch, I'm nocturnal
We brought a plate for him, nigga, throw some beef on it
Niggas know what’s going on, we ain't gotta speak on it
A pump faker with that strap, he got a whack jumper
Two thumpers come and do something, bet he lose something
[Chorus: Duffy]
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Thirty shots in his back, that is not Vlone
I'm in traffic with the Glocky, I'm not on my phone
You ain't get it off the muscle, then don't say shit
It's always guns around me, I don't be taking no flicks
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, bro, we done with that
Thought he was a factor, heard his tape around his cul-de-sac
[Outro: Duffy]
Long live Drakeo
It's an awful lot of side talking going on
Say the wrong thing, you get introduced to Pippy Long
Nigga
Pippy Longstockings and all that, Shaneyneys and all type of shit, bitch
[?] thought the Stinc Team was gon' slow down, nigga?
[?] thought it was over with, huh?
Niggas crazy, nigga, long live Drakeo
We goin' up how you want us to, fool?
We know the truth
It's undisputed, what he say? Ha
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