Have My Way lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
f*ck?
Good looking, Zay (Coronado on the beat)
Tryna run up on this gun, that's a bad Decision
Don't be beefing with the Stincs, bro, that’s bad for business
I just laugh at n*ggas, broke n*ggas always b*tching
I think this bum n*gga mad gang actually getting it

[Chorus: Duffy]
You ain't talking bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
You ain't talking bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
I'm finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place

[Verse 1: Duffy]
All gas in the dome, we don't got no brakes
If I hear about some money, I'm not gon' wait
Why you talking like a joint? You ain't hopped no gates
Give a f*ck about your name, it don’t hold no weight
n*ggas lying 'bout they dough, you ain’t cracked no safe
Fat .40 sitting on my lap, this b*tch not in shape
Why he say he tore the club up and ain't dropped no pape'?
Ain't about who first, it's who's last, this ain’t no race
Them Off the Mussle n*ggas tripping, making real noise
The money play was 50-50, n*gga, but I'm still going
Four-five on me, call me Johnny Kilroy
He ain't shot sh*t, he spray on buildings and billboards (Tags)
Why they tryna quit now, bro? We just scored
You see this dirty bum n*gga? Who he walking towards?
Stop him in his tracks with the strap, put him in the morgue
I got my trophies out the streets, I don’t need awards

[Chorus: Duffy]
You ain't talking bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
You ain't talking bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Ghost Busters, white sheets, get the yellow tape
[?] sound good, the Stincs paved the way
Somebody wipe my new roller, ayy, bring this b*tch the golden skates
Toasted double cups over that body, I know they feel a way
Mae Ling abuser, kick door for these blue hundreds
Set a booby trap up and he fell for it
You ain't doing no burglaries, you a store runner
I had his whole clique here, I'm finna dump on 'em
Five-star track runner, turn him to a gymnast
They say black lives matter, turn that n*gga to a statistic
Left a smudge on his baby, we ain't never left no witness
You see this Glock-19? Swizz cheese him if he trippin'
Anything for the uchies. tryna triple up my digits
You see his Nike Dunks missing? Think it's time to go fishing
Mr. Ho Slapper, I ain't never been the type for sippin'
Hand P a plate of beef, I'ma heat it, it's delicious
n*gga
[Chorus: Duffy]
You ain't talking 'bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place
You ain't talking 'bout no dough, f*ck up out my face
Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
I know you know what’s going on, my gang not safe
He will never make it in these streets, he can't take my place

[Outro: Duffy]
n*gga, b*tch, haha
Stinc Team, n*gga
Yeah
Finna beat his flock down, I'ma have my way
n*gga
LA been goin' up, I ain't seen n*ggas outside, n*gga
n*gga wouldn't survive one day in these streets, n*gga
You know the truth
It's hectic