In My Duffie lyrics

[Verse 1: Tella]
I hit a boo up and told her to meet me right after stu set a move up
Im in here longer that what I done told her
I f*cked around and f*cked her mood up
I f*cked around and f*cked my move up
I text her I’m like baby you up?
She text me back if it’s for you, duh
She ask for ETA I said 2 sum (lyin)
Ion really do the questions, nah
I be Lowkey with the answers, yeah
Lil b*tch I damn near done fell for
In the club, I find out She a dancer, WHAT?!
I was low down did some damage, yeah
Troubled times ain’t understand ‘em, nah
b*tches mad I ain’t come over, yeah
I’m getting money not a plan b, nah
I paint her, treat it like Canvas, ouuu
Remember checkin’ grades on Canvas, damn
Now I’m ballin like I’m Camby, yeah
If I say it then it can be, yeah
These n*ggas trash like where the Cans be, nah
Rockin jordans or some ones, I ain't never had no Vans g
Find a park, she say “pull by the Vans g”
Im goin in cause I got a motive
They don’t understand it’s my time now
Dub Doubling all of these n*ggas
Just put the controller down opponent timed out
Ballin can’t coach up a mission
I come in the clutch clutch ima make ‘em call time time out
I’m the best one In my time zone, ain’t gotta ask ‘em f*ck talking bout
sh*t I be eatin turn me to a demon attacking the beat like a Predator
Hate gettin help, Gottta get my credit up
I just been f*ckin my debit up
Yeah they was sleep on a n*gga
I’m up but they dead to me now they forever vamps
I do it on anything, not saying anything don’t need a team I’m forever stamped
Pop up on my line, something on her mind
She hop passenger Get the head off
Right back to the money, now she actin funny
I know cause she hate when I head off
I leave her on read dawg, if she talk about bread or me dropping some bread off
You ever was up lost yo Bread dog?
(Man that sh*t ain’t f*ck up yo head dog?)
Something come over me, I get controlling when I hear the bass bring the beat loud
Her homie sleep, but I wanna give D she tell me to be quiet
I beat it loud
Her name was Shawna
Her n*gga callin I killed her , she spawning
We kicked it like Sparta
Now he drunk mad
Wanna fight, wanna spar her
Wanna give her a beat down
I love the way this sh*t sound, so I can’t turn the beat down
I had to give it a freestyle
Front office screamin “man please turn the heat down!”
Smell my cologne, she can’t turn her freak down
Was f*ckin with dutches, like woods or a leaf now
Whip different Vs, I just can’t put the keys down
Man I was suffering, I had enough of that sh*t and I can’t work no 9 to 5
If she got no hustle I just switch her number
She went from a 10 to a 9 to 5
No it ain’t Odd though
Them just the Odds doe ..
Pay out get higher when Odds more
How you built win yo Odds low? damn Tella